Chapter 224

Chapter 224:

It still baffled me—how their scent had such a strange effect on me.

At first, I tried to ignore it, brushing it off as nothing.

But now, I couldn’t help but wonder.

Lately, I had become obsessed with their scent, their presence.

It soothed me in a way I couldn’t explain.

I never wanted them to leave me, not even for a second.

With them, I felt loved, safe, and secure.

I wanted them to claim me, to make me theirs forever.

The intensity of my emotions unsettled me, but no matter how hard I tried to push these thoughts away, they refused to fade.

It was like trying to crack an unbreakable shell.

Unable to control my growing obsession, I had volunteered to do their laundry—just so their scent wouldn’t leave me, even when they weren’t around.

Convincing them hadn’t been easy, but eventually, they agreed.

Their willingness to let me do it only fueled my confidence—

Maybe they felt the same way about me.

I wanted them as much as they wanted me.

As I inhaled their scent once more, my shoulders relaxed, and a deep sense of peace washed over me like waves crashing onto the shore.

For the first time in my life, I felt truly at peace with myself.

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But no matter how much I tried to hold onto that serenity, the intrusive thoughts lurked at the edges of my mind, threatening to break through.

The mere thought of the brothers being absent from my life sent a wave of fear and anxiety crashing into me.

Noticing how distressed I had become, I pressed the fabric closer, inhaling deeply—

Letting their musky scent soothe my troubled mind.

My heart swelled with sadness, worry etched across my face.

I wished the Moon Goddess could make us mates.

Call me selfish, but I didn’t mind having both brothers for myself.

After finishing the laundry, I placed the folded clothes in the laundry room before heading to the kitchen.

Quietly, I prepared breakfast—sandwiches and a cup of tea.

Once everything was ready, I set the food on the dining table with a small note that read, Eat me before you eat me.

A smirk tugged at my lips, amused by my own sexual sense of humor.

Vivid images flooded my mind, fantasies of all the things I wanted them to do to me playing out like a scene in my head.

Once satisfied with the setup, I left the house, heading toward the garden to pick fresh flowers.

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