As soon as the words were spoken, Selene Kane turned her head and saw Caleb Shaw's handsome face.
He was wearing a black combat uniform, the insignia on his epaulets shining coldly under the light.
But those eyes were unusually gentle.
The more she looked, the more pleasant he seemed.
She thought silently to herself, her fingers unconsciously touching her slightly swollen belly.
It would be nice if the child looked like him.
In the future, holding and kissing the child, squeezing those chubby cheeks, poking those plump little hands, would be more enjoyable than now.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Female Master."
Caleb called her softly.
He took a few steps closer, placing the tray on the coffee table, his movements somewhat stiff as he leaned over.
He hadn't felt any response from her spiritual power, and his heart suddenly felt suspended.
Usually, whenever he approached, she would always release a warm stream of consciousness.
