In that instant, her heartbeat skipped a beat.
And Caleb Shaw was not entirely unaffected.
The heart that was usually as calm as iron suddenly trembled in his chest.
He quickly suppressed the strange feeling, lowered his gaze to steady his breathing, and pretended to speak calmly, "Female Master, is there anything you need?"
Selene Kane was taken aback, rolling her eyes inwardly.
This guy really doesn't know how to make conversation.
"Nothing, just thought you looked pretty handsome."
Caleb's expression remained calm.
He had heard such comments many times before, it was nothing new to him.
Whether on the battlefield or in everyday life, appearance was never something he cared about.
No one on the battlefield would spare your life just because you have a handsome face; survival depends on strength, reactions, and calm judgment.
Not on a face.
"You flatter me, Female Master."
His voice was indifferent.
Neither proud nor humble, just stating a fact.
