The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 36: Cold Violence

The news on StarNet had been continuously reported for half a month.

Various channels repeatedly played the battle footage, and Caleb Shaw’s name was repeatedly mentioned.

His tactical strategies were included in military academy teaching materials, becoming classic battle examples.

StarNet was filled with his posters, plastered on electronic screens at stations, malls, and streets.

That cold face, tall stature, appeared in every corner of the public’s view.

Many young females left messages on social platforms, saying his voice made their hearts race.

There were even rumors that the Empress mentioned in an internal meeting her intention to match the Princess with him.

This news was not denied by the authorities, but rather circulated among the noble circles.

Many families began inquiring about Caleb Shaw’s private life, trying to get closer.

But just three days before the troops were about to triumphantly return.

Suddenly, all of StarNet exploded with the news that Caleb Shaw had been matched with a partner.

The announcement was released by the central matching system, along with the registration numbers and match success rate of the two.

Countless people sighed with regret, the forums instantly blew up.

Everyone thought it would be someone from the royal family or the daughter of noble houses.

Instead, the system showed that the partner was a civilian with ordinary registration, named Selene Kane.

What’s more surprising is that her spiritual power rating was S-level.

But she had never appeared in public occasions, with very little background information.

People searched through files and found out she had grown up in The Seventh Orphanage.

When first hearing about marrying Caleb Shaw, Selene was undergoing a spiritual power test.

The moment she saw the news, her palms broke into a sweat, and the pen nearly fell to the ground.

After returning to the dormitory, she read the announcement over and over until the screen automatically dimmed.

Those few days she had no appetite, often lost in thought while walking, and lay awake staring at the ceiling until the early hours.

She remembered watching an interview video of Caleb Shaw as a child.

He stood on the deck of the battleship, wearing the same military uniform, speaking in a deep voice while answering reporter questions.

Back then, she thought to herself, this person is amazing.

She found old StarNet materials, storing his photos in her personal terminal.

He was the object of her childhood admiration, the person who appeared in her dreams.

Yet after the marriage, Caleb Shaw always maintained a cold expression.

He returned home punctually each day, changed shoes, ate, then sat in the living room watching tactical reports.

He never spoke on his own, and when Selene Kane asked about work, he only replied with a few words.

She tried cooking dishes from his hometown, he finished eating but didn’t comment.

She bought a new sofa, after he sat on it, he didn’t say whether it was good or not.

The room often fell silent, so quiet only the sound of the clock ticking could be heard.

Selene Kane was already lacking love, the orphanage experience made her both crave and fear intimate relationships.

Facing such indifference, she gradually began to doubt herself.

She repeatedly checked the match report, assuring herself the system wasn’t at fault.

She even went for a second spiritual power test, worrying she wasn’t good enough.

The current Zane now had legs, standing tall at one meter eighty-seven, exactly matching Caleb Shaw’s registered profile.

Especially those eyes, with irises slightly dark, gaze steady, not often blinking when looking at people.

If not for Caleb Shaw’s longstanding battlefield commander’s imposing presence, just by looking at their backs, it would be hard to differentiate.

Zane habitually walked with head held high and chest puffed out.

These details were habits Caleb Shaw formed at the military academy.

The first time Selene Kane saw Zane walking like this, her hand trembled slightly.

Selene Kane looked at Zane before her, couldn’t help but laugh.

She let her gaze linger on his face for a moment.

"You look really handsome."

Zane’s face instantly turned red.

He subconsciously raised his hands, covering his flushed cheeks.

For a few seconds, the room was silent before he softly muttered: "You’re also very pretty."

That bashfulness was something Caleb Shaw would never possess.

Caleb Shaw never showed such expressions, nor spoke in such tender tones.

Precisely because of this, Selene Kane felt at ease.

She didn’t need to pretend in front of Zane, nor worry about saying the wrong thing and facing coldness.

She stood before the wardrobe for a long time.

Flipping through rows of hangers, discovering almost all were dresses.

She furrowed her brows, recalling something.

Seemed like someone once said they liked her wearing a white dress.

At the time, she scoffed, saying such clichés were long outdated, who would believe that.

Yet unknowingly, at some point.

Her wardrobe had inadvertently filled up with white dresses.

Standing before the mirror, she looked at herself, then turned back to the wardrobe and sighed silently.

Turns out people can unknowingly be influenced.

No matter how much one denies, those subtle changes happen quietly.

Downstairs, Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair were leaning on the sofa edge.

Their conversation always revolved around Caleb Shaw, their tones filled with unconcealed admiration.

Each time Caleb Shaw returned from the front lines.

They would always immediately gather around, asking about combat details, enemy weaknesses, and tactics he used. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Caleb Shaw sat in the main seat, dressed sharply in uniform.

He rarely spoke on his own.

But when they asked specifically, he would respond briefly with a sentence or two.

Henry Sheridan was sitting slightly further out on a single sofa, holding a cup of coffee.

He didn’t join the conversation, only occasionally sipped, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.

His gaze occasionally swept over Caleb Shaw, then quickly moved away.

The few in the room were seated around, the air thick with masculine vibes.

Anyone walking in would be struck by this atmosphere at first glance.

At the moment the door opened, Selene Kane walked out.

She was wearing a long white dress, hair falling on her shoulders.

Just as she stepped out of the room, the conversation downstairs abruptly ceased.

Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair immediately hushed, quickly lowering their heads.

Their bodies seemed slightly stiffened, none daring to speak further.

Henry Sheridan still held the coffee cup, slowly taking a sip.

His actions didn’t pause, yet the smile in his eyes vanished.

Replacing it was a barely detectable trace of coldness.

Caleb Shaw remained seated at the spot, not even changing posture.

He didn’t turn to look, nor did he react at all.

It was always like this.

Selene Kane stood at the staircase entrance, watching the scene downstairs, her heart already accustomed.

In her memory, they were always silent towards her.

No greetings, no casual talk, not even an extra glance.

Each time she’d get furious on the spot, questioning why they ignored her.

Yet afterward she’d fall into self-doubt.

Am I not doing well enough?

Am I not interesting enough?

Is what I say too dull?

These thoughts entangled her, causing sleepless nights.

Thus she forced herself to learn things she wasn’t remotely interested in.

She went through tactic manuals, studied battlefield maps, memorized every commander’s resume.

She even deliberately practiced her speaking tone.

She just wanted, even if just once.

To chat with them a bit, to be regarded as a real person.

These actions, Selene Kane termed them.

Silent Violence.

"Female Master."

Finally, Caleb Shaw stood up, his movements as exact as a robot executing commands.