The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle Chapter 142: Dryness

His palms were broad and warm, completely enveloping her hand.

He was wearing a military uniform, always carrying it with him.

That uniform was pressed smooth without a wrinkle, with shiny buttons, and a badge symbolizing status pinned at the collar.

Even while resting at ho, he was accustod to hanging it in the most conspicuous spot in the wardrobe, wiping it daily, never slacking.

This was the dignity of a soldier, and an inseparable part of who he was.

But wasn’t wearing this outfit at such an occasion too serious?

The invitation stated it was a "dinner party."

The background music would be lodious violin tunes, and most guests would likely wear formal attire or elegant gowns.

Yet his dark green military attire carried an icy, austere aura on his shoulders.

Walking among the crowd, he would inevitably seem out of place.

"Did you receive an invitation too?"

Selene Kane frowned, this scenario wasn’t within her expectations.

Her voice carried a hint of confusion, but more of unease.

Was it because he was her Beast Husband, or because of his status as Main Husband?

Logically, one invitation per family should be enough, why issue them separately?

The Royal Family always valued simplicity in etiquette, rarely doing unnecessary things.

If it was just for a family representative to attend, sending an envoy with a single invitation would suffice; why particularly send an extra one?

There must be another reason behind this.

Caleb Shaw nodded, speaking gently.

"The military is managed separately from the ordinary nobility. Even though we’re married, in the eyes of the Royal Family’s arrangents, we are still two types of people."

He explained calmly, without a trace of resentnt, as if he were stating an ordinary rule.

Even though they were clearly a couple, in the system’s eyes, they were still divided into different camps, different affiliations, and different destinies.

"What you received is a formal invitation, using royal etiquette. And for ..."

He extracted a thin piece of paper from between his fingers.

"It’s an order."

The docunt was slightly narrower than the invitation, harder in texture, with neatly cut edges, and a striking red seal at the top.

The characters were strong and vigorous, the content succinct and cold.

"Hereby orders Caleb Shaw to report punctually at the east outpost of The Royal Palace at eight tonight to carry out a special guard duty."

Signed by the Imperial Guard Headquarters, stamped with the special military order seal.

Though his tone sounded like helpless banter, his face showed not a trace of grievance.

He even smiled, casually folding the order and tucking it into his inner pocket.

As if it were just another ordinary matter, as natural as eating or drinking water.

But it was this very calmness that made one’s heart ache even more.

He had long been accustod to being treated differently, used to being summoned with a soldier’s identity rather than invited as a husband.

Selene Kane’s heart tightened, her brows slightly furrowed, feeling this matter wasn’t that simple.

On the surface, it seed like a regular court dinner party, but in reality, there were undercurrents beneath.

Why did they choose this mont to send her a formal invitation and issue him an urgent order?

Timing so coincidental, arrangents so deliberate, it was far from accidental.

She was acknowledged as a noble daughter of the Royal Family, while Caleb Shaw was a soldier from the frontier battlefield, their identities worlds apart, stances different.

Seeing the order docunt in Caleb Shaw’s hand, she could faintly sense a lingering tension.

It wasn’t the scent of blood or gunpowder, but an even more concealed atmosphere.

It was the silence before a power struggle, the whispers during the brewing of a conspiracy.

Since traversing here, aside from the always-discomforting system, everything else had gone quite smoothly.

She originally thought she only needed to handle complicated family relations and court etiquette, not expecting the real crisis was just beginning to surface.

Initially, she thought Yolanda Drake and Kate would be difficult to deal with, but it turned out they were quite congenial and straightforward in their thoughts.

Though both were from noble backgrounds, their words and deeds weren’t domineering.

Instead, they often showed concern for her daily life and even took the initiative to teach her how to handle royal engagents.

Their jealousy and struggles were just slight ripples of girlish nature, far from being a threat.

Those Beast Husbands were even less worth ntioning, as pure as transparent beings.

They bore her no hostility and didn’t vie for favor, mostly greeting her at most each day before going about their own busy schedules.

So tended flowers, others practiced swordsmanship, while so imrsed themselves in studying herbs with books all day.

Their presence was so minimal; they almost never participated in any disputes, more like shadows in the background.

But why was her heart racing so fast?

Fingertips slightly cool, chest feeling stuffy, as if sothing was quietly approaching.

It wasn’t fear, nor anxiety, but an innate alertness.

Lady Lynn was easy to get along with; her gentle nature was like a spring breeze, unknowingly dismantling one’s guard.

Her two sons had long beco her companions, having already established deep emotional bonds with each other.

Supporting each other in life and emotions, their relationship was harmonious, just like a family.

Given such a situation, she shouldn’t feel the slightest disarray.

Could it be...

Is it really because she’s too nervous about formally eting the Empress?

She subconsciously clutched her slightly rising and falling chest, forcing a sowhat stiff smile: "I’m a bit nervous."

Caleb Shaw sensed her unease, imdiately reached out, gently smoothing her soft long hair, his fingertips carrying a familiar warmth, and said with a low chuckle: "Didn’t you et before? You were there at the ti too, although it was just from afar, but it counted as a eting."

His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it could penetrate the deepest fears of the heart.

"Your Majesty is known for being fair and principled, never making things difficult for soone like you over small mistakes."

He paused, then held her tighter to his chest, speaking warmly: "Don’t worry, I’m here to accompany you, alright? I’ll be by your side, not leaving even a step."

Selene Kane felt the steady heartbeat from his chest, trying to suppress the uneasiness surging within, nodding vigorously.

"Okay, I understand, I trust you."

But she couldn’t help but grumble inwardly: What kind of eting was that? They hadn’t even exchanged words!

rely following the tail end of a large entourage, kneeling without daring to lift her head, only daring to sneak a side glance, accidentally catching the eye of that revered presence.

At that mont, it was like being struck by lightning; her breath caught in her throat, unable to utter a single word.

The Empress’s aura was truly overpowering; just a glance was enough to shake one’s soul.

No wonder she’s the ruler of the world, reigning over all people.

The pressure from just one look was enough to make even Caleb Shaw, who had fought on battlefields for years and seen countless battles, feel even more intimidated.

The kingly aura that ca from within was not sothing ordinary people could easily endure.

At that mont, she was sitting in a slowly flying silver-white ship, clutching the ticulously prepared gift box tightly, her knuckles slightly pale from gripping too hard.

Her throat moved up and down as she swallowed, trying to ease the discomfort brought by dryness.