The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 86: Self-Aggrandizement

Zane grabbed her hand, his distinct fingers slightly tense.

His eyes were lowered, with long lashes casting a faint shadow beneath.

His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.

"Do you like me just for my body? You land females are the best at deceiving. I’ve heard all about it, picking on pure and honest males like us, taking advantage and then running off. You...

you’re one of those people, aren’t you?"

Finished, he suddenly turned his head away, his profile tense, chin slightly raised.

The deep blue tail edged with silver also restlessly swayed.

Selene pressed her fingers against her temple, her face full of exasperated amusement.

A beastman as sturdy as you, with muscles so firm even Caleb would frown, and you still have the nerve to call yourself "small and helpless"?

Besides, your tail is taller than my whole person when it stands upright!

Are you playing the victim or trying to scare someone?

"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? I swear, I’ll spend more time with you from now on, is that alright?"

Her tone softened, slowing down.

Zane flicked his tail, the fin slapping against the seat with a soft "pop."

He still didn’t turn around, his voice sounding muffled.

"My dad said, no land female is ever trouble-free. Sweet words come in batches, but in the end, they’re all lies. I’m so angry, might as well toss me into the sea to drown, save from getting deceived again."

Selene loved this kind of contrast in him the most.

Outwardly towering and imposing, full of awe-inspiring presence, able to intimidate with a word.

Yet inwardly, like a child whose candy was stolen, easily feeling wronged over little things.

Unlike Holden, who is genteel and speaks carefully, nor like Alza, the fragile, flirtatious type who lures with their gaze.

Zane is purely straightforward, emotions written on his face, never concealing joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

Marine beastmen indeed are easier to soothe than those on land.

Selene had long noticed this.

They might be naturally strong, with remarkable combat prowess.

But in terms of emotions, they’re particularly sensitive.

Zane, despite looking as fierce as Caleb, with drooping eyelids and prominent brows.

A mere glance can make anyone’s forehead steam with anger.

And his combat prowess is indeed formidable.

Though Selene hadn’t seen him and Caleb fight firsthand.

She heard from others about Zane’s tasks in the deep-sea region.

Single-handedly repelling three mutated shark beasts without a scratch.

Yet ordinarily, his behavior is like a wronged little wife, unhappy one moment, flicking his tail, sulking the next, even knowing how to threaten with "let me die" type phrases.

Selene gently poked his cool, slippery fish tail.

"Still angry? I was wrong, okay? Don’t be like this, be good."

She sighed, muttering silently to herself.

Oh, at least the other guys aren’t as troublesome.

Or else single-handedly dealing with these distinctly tempered characters would exhaust her.

"I won’t toss you into the sea."

She added seriously, her tone tender.

"I’m thinking of making you an extra-large thermostatic aquarium, with a circulating water system and natural coral landscape. Our children will be raised in our room, waking up every day to see you and the little ones swimming around, how’s that?"

Zane abruptly turned, his movement so swift even his tail stirred up splashes.

In the next instant, he pulled Selene into his arms, squeezing tightly.

His eyes were incredibly bright.

"Really? You really want to have a baby with me?"

He held her hand tightly, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

Then he lowered his head, his warm lips touching her skin, planting a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Our child will be as beautiful and cute as you, eyes like yours, personality like mine, healthy and strong."

Listening to this sudden confession, Selene’s cheeks warmed.

She had countless tasks, scheduling to midnight, grabbing meals in between.

For her, adding a promise or two was trivial.

Whatever, postpone it.

Zane was just calmed down emotionally, not having time to relax.

Evan and Ethan started calling one after another.

The StarNet message box exploded to 99+.

Selene leisurely sat on the sofa, holding a communicator.

She went through emojis, finally picking a straightforward "OK" gesture, tapping lightly to send it out.

As soon as the message went out, the phone rang again.

Ethan’s name appeared flamboyantly on the caller ID.

"What do you mean by this?"

The voice on the other end suddenly rose.

"We’ve been waiting for you all day, and you dare to stand us up? Sending an emoji expecting to dismiss us?"

Selene couldn’t help but press her forehead, feeling speechless.

It’s like being on different channels, anything said doesn’t fit, bearing no communication at all.

She clearly intended to convey "I know" and "I’ll be right there."

How did that turn into perfunctory and provocation to them?

She’d just descended from the spaceship’s ramp, her toe had just touched the ground.

Seeing the brothers standing side by side at the exit, their faces dark如乌云压顶.

Their posture upright and compelling, clearly impatient from waiting.

Their appearance made her pause slightly, astonished.

Having just returned home for a bit, seems life’s been treating them nicely.

The two even changed back to their old outfits, all-black athletic wear.

With sharp shoulders and cinched waist, emphasizing their tall and solid frame.

One is more handsome than the other, more pleasing to the eye.

Were it not for the faint scar on Evan’s left cheek.

Standing there, they seemed like replicas of twins, even sharing identical postures.

Ethan had both hands in his pockets, couldn’t help muttering, his tone full of complaint.

"Before, leaving home for half an hour and you’d call seven or eight times to check, fearing we’d be abducted. Now having waited so long, and you stroll over slowly, do you even care about us?"

Selene halted, almost tripping over her own feet.

She slowly raised her eyes towards Ethan, her mind rolling with incredulity.

This tone... sounds like a slighted wife sulking?

When did their relationship become so intimate?

She had no recollection at all?

She cleared her throat, calmly explaining: "You’re returning home, not missing, what’s there to worry about? Besides, I’m not your personal nanny, am I supposed to keep watch?"

God knows, she felt her words were already tactful and courteous enough.

But as soon as she finished, their expressions turned even gloomier.

Both glared at her collectively.

Evan suddenly turned away, refusing to look at her, his jawline tense.

"We’re not asking you to come get us! It’s just... we’re already married, staying at the parents’ home too long invites ridicule. It’s got nothing to do with you, don’t flatter yourself."