The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 88: Jumping to Conclusions
He always carried an air of cold aloofness, with an understated presence, decisive in his actions, yet never mentioning his background.
When she left the command post, she specifically asked the accompanying soldiers, hoping to gather some clues. π§ππππΈπ¦π£πππ·ππ.π€π°π
But those soldiers either shook their heads unknowingly or appeared embarrassed, ultimately no one could provide clear answers.
This attitude of secrecy only made her more curious.
"Mother."
She called out softly.
She didnβt seem like a woman who was already married.
More like a young girl spoiled by her family, never having faced hardships, still retaining some innocence and playfulness.
The little rabbit timidly huddled at the motherβs leg, tightly clutching her skirtβs edge.
With big, black eyes, he sneaked a glance at her, then quickly lowered his head, while his long ears drooped, almost covering his sight.
Yet his tail was twitching.
Lady Lynn gently stroked his head, her fingertips weaving through the soft fur, while she softly asked, "Does Rosie think Miss Kane is pretty?"
He nodded, his voice soft.
"Sister-in-law is very beautiful, just like mom."
In his clear eyes was genuine sincerity, without a trace of flattery.
He looked earnestly at Selene Kane, as if gazing upon a distant star.
Then he turned his little face upwards, looking at his motherβs warm smile, his gaze exceedingly serious.
"But in my heart, mom is the most beautiful."
"You, always know how to make people happy."
Lady Lynn laughed, wrinkles forming at the corners of her eyes.
She leaned down and gave her sonβs rosy little cheek a gentle kiss.
She then turned her head, entrusting the child to the butler.
"I have some things to discuss with Miss Kane, take him to find his dad."
The butler respectfully took the little rabbit.
Rosie looked back reluctantly, his ears slightly twitching, his tail drooping down.
He opened his mouth, but did not speak further, just quietly gave Selene Kane one last look with those watery eyes.
The butler carried the little rabbit away.
His footsteps light, gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Selene Kane stood in place, watching the departing figure, a strange sense of loss swelling within her heart.
She really wanted to give him a hug.
Even if it was just to touch his ears or gently rub his soft cheeks.
That pure and innocent scent reminded her of her childhood long gone.
"Miss Kane, is there anything you need from me?"
She remained unhurried and composed, elegantly lifting the red tea in front of her, gently blowing on it, then slowly taking a sip.
Selene Kane said with a smile, "Mom, you really miss nothing. I do have something Iβd like your advice on, feeling somewhat uncertain, and I think only you can help me analyze it."
Greeting with a smile is never mistaken.
In terms of strength, status, and potential, aside from being a generation younger than Lady Lynn.
She was almost on par in other aspects, even emerging as a prominent figure in certain fields, her influence was undeniable.
Her current humble attitude was not merely flattery, but from sincere respect.
Not just because the other was Evan and Ethan Sinclairβs biological mother, but because she herself possessed exceptional wisdom and prowess.
Lady Lynn could stand firm in this family without relying on the "Osborne" surname.
On the contrary, she enhanced the Osborne familyβs reputation, entirely by her own achievements.
Her name had long surpassed the familyβs aura, becoming a legend in the hearts of countless people.
"Go ahead, what is it?"
Lady Lynn put down the teacup, her tone gentle and placid.
"Hereβs the thing."
Selene Kane took out a bottle of perfume from the exquisite handbag she carried, the bottle dazzlingly clear.
Exactly the same as the one given before, even the packaging details were identical.
"Last time I gave you this bottle of perfume, you said thereβs still some left. Yesterday you mentioned that after Duke Osborne smelled this scent, he suddenly became calm, right?"
"I happen to have a companion who is from the Butterfly Clan."
Her tone was flat, but at the moment she said this, her gaze slightly concentrated.
Lady Lynnβs fingers paused lightly on the rim of the cup, the movement almost imperceptible.
The Butterfly Clan is an extremely rare and mysterious race.
Their spiritual makeup was completely different from ordinary people, very difficult to calm, and even harder to control.
If what Selene Kane said was indeed what she thought.
Then the significance of this matter far exceeds its surface.
"I recall, itβs the Sheridan child, named Holden Sheridan, right?"
Lady Lynn slowly spoke, her voice still tranquil.
Selene Kane nodded, her eyes subtly flickering.
In front of the Osborne Family, the Sheridan Family was a negligible small family, not even worthy of being mentioned.
Yet Lady Lynn could accurately call out her partnerβs name.
Indicating that she had secretly investigated those around her, even knowing her private life completely.
"Thatβs correct, itβs him."
She admitted candidly, without a hint of concealment.
"Honestly, I havenβt paid much attention to him in recent times. His emotions as a member of the Butterfly Clan are naturally volatile, and has been frequently falling into restlessness and chaos lately, with dramatic fluctuations in spiritual power. But just this morning, I suddenly noticed his spiritual power especially stable, almost reaching an unprecedented state of calm."
Lady Lynnβs eyes subtly brightened.
Her lips slowly curved into a faint smile.
That smile was neither ostentatious nor deliberate, yet carried a kind of insightful wisdom.
"You mean, this perfume is useful for the Butterfly Clan? Not only useful, but can directly affect their spiritual state, even play a calming role?"
"If itβs truly like this, that would be an extraordinary discovery."
Lady Lynn slightly narrowed her eyes, her tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.
She stood by the window, sunlight filtered through the sheer curtain, casting a soft halo on her pale gold long hair.
If this discovery were true, it might break the long-standing spiritual power dependency pattern.
"I will report to the Queen and commend you with merits and rewards."
She turned around, speaking seriously.
As a high official of The Royal Court, she always kept her word.
Yet as the sentence fell, she herself slightly hesitated for an instant.
The Queenβs orders were never to be disobeyed, and behind the rewards were often more constraints and control.
Selene Kane curled her lips, muttering in her heart.
Report it and what then?
With one order from the Queen, the stuff gets confiscated, whose merit is it counted as?
She lowered her head and took a sip of tea, the steam enveloping the fleeting hint of coldness in her eyes.
Past experience told her, once it involved the interests of The Royal Court, personal efforts and achievements.
Often get casually erased, even the name not mentioned.
"At first, I thought it was because the Butterfly Clan naturally loves floral scents, but you said Duke Osborne also reacted to this scent, which got me thinking, could it not just work on the Butterfly Clan, but other races as well?"
Selene Kane put down the tea cup, her tone calm.
She had studied the floral scent components for days.
Initially discovering by chance that female members of the Butterfly Clan showed stable spiritual power fluctuations upon smelling it.
But if even the calm Duke Osborne reacted, then this matter wasnβt simple.
Lady Lynn was somewhat skeptical.
Last night she merely took the perfume in the heat of an argument, and sprayed some in a hurry.
The Duke usually had stable emotions; it might have just been coincidence.
She furrowed her brows slightly, her fingertips unconsciously touching the silver jewelry behind her ear.
She remembered the situation clearly from that night.
The Duke indeed fell silent once the fragrance filled the air, his eyes flickering, as if struck by something.
But was that spiritual fluctuation or merely a momentary distraction?
She dared not make rash conclusions.
