The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle Chapter 140: Truly Beautiful

He used to dream of her walking through the corridor.

Now, no matter how hard he tries to sleep, his dreams are blank.

Ethan Sinclair didn’t notice his gloom at all and put on gloves, excitedly examining the dress back and forth.

He mumbled while gesturing, "Isn’t this waistline just too perfect? The Female Master wearing this will definitely stun everyone."

He rembered sothing and grinned.

"Last ti she wore a red dress to a press conference, I almost stared blankly. Even the caras followed her for ten minutes."

"I never really noticed before, but our Female Master is actually quite charming, the more you look, the more intriguing she gets, her features are so delicately crafted like those in a master’s painting. Not like so Female Masters from prestigious families, who, despite their noble birth, look rather ordinary and can’t carry that kind of aura."

He paused, glancing around.

Ensuring no one was around, he lowered his voice.

"To be honest, I think she’s even more beautiful than Princess Kate. That princess is renowned for her looks, but her deanor is cold and unapproachable. Our Female Master, when she smiles, it warms the heart, her every move is refreshing like a spring breeze. It’s no wonder Shaw didn’t choose her back then, after all, such a treasure isn’t sothing everyone can handle."

"Hehe."

Ethan couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes curving like crescent moons, a faint blush rising on his face.

He hugged the newly sewn dress tightly with both hands, hopping towards the staircase.

His mind was filled with images of helping the Female Master change clothes later.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but grin, his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

But just as he reached the first-floor corner.

As he was about to go upstairs, a tall figure suddenly blocked his path without making a sound.

Evan Sinclair sohow was already standing in the middle of the stairs, poised and calm, his sleeves hanging lightly.

He didn’t say much, just smiled a little and naturally took the dress.

"The Female Master has been tired both in mind and body today, it’s more appropriate for to help her change. Don’t make any noise that might disturb her rest."

Selene was also stunned upon seeing the finished product, her gaze lingering on the hem of the dress.

This dress was made of imported cloudy satin, in a gentle moon-white color.

The fabric cascaded in layers, smooth and flowing like water.

The whole dress looked simple, but was actually cut with the utmost ingenuity, the waistline tailored to perfection.

She reached out and gently touched the fabric, the cool and silky feel making her murmur, "This fabric... it’s probably a hassle to put on alone, soone might need to help tie the bow at the back."

"Sure."

Evan gently lifted the dress, stepping aside and gesturing for her to go first.

The two of them walked down the corridor to the room, one in front, the other behind.

Leaving Ethan stomping his feet angrily in place, scuffing the floor with his toes.

He stared hard at his brother’s departing figure, biting his lip and muttering softly.

"Brother, you’re too ruthless! I also want to spend a mont alone with the Female Master! You didn’t even leave a mont! Usually, she doesn’t even look at ..."

Evan heard the noise, his footsteps paused, and he slowly turned his head, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Next ti, then."

As his words fell, he had already turned to continue walking forward.

But at that mont, the corners of his lips subtly lifted.

Engaging in an intellectual ga with his brother, he wasn’t the least bit guilty, he even relished it.

There’s only one Female Master, getting a bit closer ans experiencing her warmth a bit more.

Each ti he did sothing for her, even if just handing her a glass of water or straightening her collar, his heart trembled.

Inside the room, Heath Langdon had been silently listening to the commotion outside.

Sitting in a chair by the bed, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his clothes.

He listened to Ethan’s cheerful footsteps, Evan’s steady voice, and Selene’s soft "Alright"...

When the door finally clicked shut, plunging the room into silence,

he suddenly clutched his head, his arms pressing hard against his temples.

Everything in front of him began to blur, as if he had fallen into endless darkness.

He was always the one being neglected.

Why wouldn’t anyone be willing to stay just a bit longer for him?

Even just a concerned glance, a gentle greeting?

His ntal state began to grow agitated and restless.

The spiritual power that was once as calm as a lake was now influenced by his emotions.

An electric pain spread from his temples to every part of his body.

He helplessly raised his head, gazing at a crack in the ceiling, his eyes vacant.

That was the bottle of perfu Selene had specially tailored for him, labeled "Calm Serenity."

The scent was the crispness of cedar mixed with a faint orange blossom fragrance.

The mont he sprayed it on, the cool mist fell on the skin of his neck, bringing a brief clarity.

He took a deep breath, trying to let that familiar scent soothe the turmoil in his heart.

But the clearer the fragrance beca, the more distinct the coldness and alienation in his mory grew.

Tears silently rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the front of his shirt.

Because every ti he was alone with Selene, this faint scent always lingered around her.

It was a woody floral tone with a hint of sweetness amidst its crispness.

As long as he slled it, his agitated mood would be smoothed over like a tranquil lake.

Although this bottle of perfu was indeed limited in stabilizing a male’s Spiritual Sea, far from the direct and effective comfort of the Female Master’s personal pheromone.

That kind of resonance from the depths of the genes was irreplaceable by any external object.

Yet for soone like him, who had never experienced warmth and care since childhood, having a bottle of her perfu was like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood.

At the mont she changed into the gown, Selene herself was also amazed by her image in the mirror.

She wasn’t plump to begin with, and after having a child, she had only beco slightly fuller.

Heath had long been prepared, not only putting effort into the tailoring, adding ease to ensure comfort but also sewing pliable support bones into the lining.

Which made the lines of the entire gown more structured and smooth.

She paired it with a set of exquisite accessories inlaid with crushed diamonds.

When the light fell on her, she was like being embraced by starlight, radiant and dazzling.

Evan, standing behind her, was montarily stunned.

After a long while, he suddenly realized his gaffe and hurriedly turned his head away.

He instinctively pinched his lips and let out a light cough.

"Truly beautiful."

Looking at the dignified and elegant woman in the mirror, he sincerely said, "Female Master, you are truly stunning."

Selene’s heart ward at the complint, and her cheeks uncontrollably flushed.

She pursed her lips, her eyes slightly curving, but she also knew inside.

This face, indeed, could withstand scrutiny.

Facing the mirror scrutinizing herself every day for so long.

She had long known that this face, whether in proportion, deanor, or harmony of features, was top-notch.

The original owner used to be inferior, often feeling not good enough, unworthy of such beautiful looks, truly wasting a heaven-sent advantage.

Just the height was slightly lacking, a few more centiters would reach the ideal standard.

In terms of looks, she’s got looks, in terms of aura, she’s got aura, acting skills were also online.

She might even have a shot at the "Best Female Lead in the Interstellar" award, getting a nomination wouldn’t be a fantasy.

"Hehe."