The air around seemed to loosen for a moment.

He lowered his head, his tone filled with regret.

Evan Sinclair exhaled deeply, his entire being like a wolf pup gently kneaded.

Tense muscles relaxed, and his spiritual power settled like a cat nestled in its spot.

He slowly raised his hand, wiped the dirt off his face, a slight smile unconsciously curling at the corners of his mouth.

The feeling of being comforted and understood was so unfamiliar that he almost forgot it existed.

He couldn’t help but let his mouth curl up.

He secretly glanced at Selene Kane and quickly withdrew his gaze, as if afraid his emotions would be discovered.

For so long...no one had comforted him like this.

The last time someone gently soothed him with spiritual power was during childhood, when his mother was still alive.

Ethan Sinclair quietly inched closer, nearing her, extending his hand, boldly wrapping it around her waist.

He knew he might have crossed a line, but he couldn’t hold back.

That scene just now made him even more certain.

There was an indescribable power within this female.

And he no longer wanted to just observe from afar.

Selene Kane turned her head and glanced at him.

Her gaze lingered on his face for two seconds, as if judging something.

The wind lifted a strand of her hair, brushing across Ethan’s arm, causing a slight tickle.

Thinking of his recent sincere actions, she didn’t pull away or speak.

This embrace wasn’t intimate, yet it signified acceptance.

She knew what he had been doing recently.

Quietly tidying her room, bringing her hot drinks during night shifts, even deliberately avoiding topics she disliked.

She had noticed all these details.

Heath Vance lay on the ground, his back injuries surprisingly painless.

The previously burning, tearing sensation vanished, replaced by a peculiar warmth.

He tried to move his fingers and found that even his most sensitive nerves no longer twitched.

The previous excruciating burning pain now only left a tingly warmth.

The feeling was strange, neither healing nor numbness.

It was as if his body was slowly being repaired by some force.

The chaotic formulas in his mind felt reorganized.

He closed his eyes and could see neat sequences of deductions appear in his mind.

Unexpectedly...he felt calm.

The mental turmoil that had troubled him for so long miraculously disappeared at that moment.

He slightly opened his eyes, looking towards Selene Kane with complicated emotions in his eyes.

There was awe, desire, and a trace of dependency he hadn’t even noticed himself.

The psychological defenses he’d built over the years subtly loosened after the gentle touch of that spiritual power.

He knew he could never return to that completely closed state from before.

At this moment, people from the female protection organization finally leaped down from the spaceship.

The silver-white ship silently landed outside the courtyard.

The hatch opened, and several uniformed females quickly lined up and came out.

Seeing the courtyard filled with armed soldiers and a few males lying on the ground.

The leading captain frowned, saying nothing, but her gaze cooled.

She scanned the whole scene, her gaze pausing briefly on Selene Kane before falling on the butler’s face.

Her lips slightly tightened, her fingers involuntarily pressing on the communicator at her waist, ready to give orders at any moment.

The air was filled with an unspoken tension.

The courtyard was full of Caleb Shaw’s people, and they cared little whether the Enforcers came or not.

This group stood in the courtyard, leaning against walls or strolling casually, with cold and arrogant expressions.

They wore matching black uniforms, with silver eagle emblems embroidered on the cuffs.

That was the insignia of Caleb Shaw’s Honor Guard.

Without noise, they created a sense of oppression with their silence, their gazes occasionally sweeping towards the house door.

If the Enforcers dared to enter, they would think twice.

But they also knew that the Enforcers wouldn’t come.

At least, not without an order from Caleb Shaw; no one dared to touch his trusted subordinates.

"Heath Vance was disrespectful to the Female Master, and the whipping punishment has been carried out. The remaining penalties are left to you to handle."

He stood in front of Selene Kane’s door, hands clasped in front of his abdomen, posture straight as a pine.

While speaking, his eyes did not turn towards the watchful subordinates of Caleb Shaw in the courtyard.

Instead, he focused on the doorway of the room where Selene Kane was.

Heath Vance had already been dragged away, his back marked with crisscrossed bloodstains from the whip.

And now, how to deal with Heath Vance was no longer within the Enforcers’ jurisdiction.

This had to be decided by Selene Kane personally.

The visitor nodded, immediately followed by two guards stepping forward to lift Heath Vance.

The two guards acted decisively, their iron-grip hands firmly grasping Heath Vance’s arms, pulling him up from the ground.

Heath Vance lowered his head, his hair hanging messily.

His steps were unsteady, almost unable to stand, his legs being dragged along.

His shoes left two dark red streaks on the stone pavement.

The surrounding Honor Guard of Caleb Shaw just observed coldly, no one stepping forward or pleading for him.

They were accustomed to such scenes.

And they understood that in such times, silence was the safest choice.

He stepped into the room; upon entering, a gentle spiritual power like warm wind spread over him.

Even this beastman, known for his hardened heart, felt his animosity unexpectedly diminish greatly.

The Law Enforcement Officer stepped inside, the door softly closing behind him.

Inside, the air differed completely from the outside.

Spiritual power like a spring breeze quietly swept over his nerve endings.

Even someone like him, who dealt with disputes regularly and was used to bloodshed, couldn’t help but sigh gently in his heart.

Such an aura could naturally emanate only from a high-rank female.

Selene Kane’s impression of him remained from the first day he arrived.

Not putting on airs, not flaunting authority, handling things by the book, quite reassuring.

She recalled that day, cloudy weather, as the Enforcers had just garrisoned the southern part of the city.

He was the first Law Enforcement Officer to visit, neatly dressed, with the hat brim pulled low.

He hadn’t pried into personal matters under the guise of official business, nor made any deliberate attempts at ingratiation or forging alliances.

That scene calmed her during those chaotic and anxious days.

"Mr. Adam."

Selene Kane sat in the main seat inside, her back straight, expression calm.

She wore a simple long dress, her hair neatly pinned, earrings dangling lightly.

The man, wearing white gloves, slightly bowed, the movement precise.

Adam clasped his hands in front, bending slowly.

He stood with a straight posture, shoulder lines horizontal, jaw slightly tucked, respectful yet not servile.

This wasn’t a deliberate attempt to please, but a professional habit cultivated through years of training.

At the Law Enforcement Officer Academy, every movement was honed repeatedly.

"Miss Kane, we received a report. Was it your Beast Husband who offended you?"

He did not call out names directly nor use any emotionally charged words.

He merely posed the question, waiting for her response.

The atmosphere in the room grew even heavier, as if even the air had momentarily stilled.

The room was a chaotic mess.

The males had fought recklessly, not injuring Selene Kane.

But the furniture and decorations were all wrecked, the floor cracked, the walls peeled.

The place had just endured a fierce conflict, and now the three male figures at the center of that conflict stood in a corner, their expressions varied.

It looked truly miserable.

A scene of devastation, chaotic and unsightly.