Chapter 195: Chapter 195: It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

She decisively refused.

Ethan Sinclair was so angry that he put his hands on his hips, like a bristling cat, his neck fur almost standing on end.

"You rejected it without even looking? Do you know how long we’ve been preparing? Do you no longer want us? Do you think we’re not important anymore?"

Selene Kane raised her eyebrows, her gaze coldly sweeping over his face full of grievance.

"What do you think? Haven’t I made myself clear enough?"

Selene Kane’s eyes were very cold. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

That gaze fell on Ethan Sinclair, making his heart shrink.

He clearly wanted to make her happy, wanted her to see their efforts and changes, wanted her to know that they were willing to change everything for her.

But why was he met with cold faces?

She didn’t even want to spare them another glance.

Wasn’t it her who used to chase after them?

Humbling herself to please, cautiously approaching, even speaking with a fawning smile.

But now... she was like a different person, coldly unfamiliar to him.

"Female Master, I didn’t mean that..."

He carefully tugged at her skirt.

His tall body curled at her feet.

The posture that used to be at eye-level has completely changed, now she looked down at him, her gaze lofty.

He looked up, eyes full of supplication.

"We really don’t know where we went wrong. Don’t treat us like this... We didn’t do anything."

Evan Sinclair also drooped his head, ears limply hanging on each side, tail dejectedly drooping on the ground.

He lowered his head, eyes filled with tears of grievance, yet stubbornly not letting them fall.

Although he had said he wanted to leave.

It was just a fit of rage, how could he truly bear to go?

Moreover, he had never actually proposed leaving.

"We’ve registered as your legal male partners long ago."

Evan Sinclair’s voice was hoarse, with a trace of choking.

"You... You really don’t care about us at all? Not even a little... Are we truly nothing in your heart?"

Ethan Sinclair immediately moved closer, with Evan Sinclair on one side, pressing tightly against her arm.

They quietly pushed Alza to the corner, almost isolating him outside.

Alza was tall, yet at this moment was forced by the two slender youths to be immobile, could only lean on the wall.

They deliberately exposed soft beast ears and fluffy tails, gently shaking them.

Then, they obediently crouched beside her.

To outsiders, it might seem like they were the most considerate, loyal husbands trying to appease the Female Master.

Heath Langdon flew over from afar.

He anxiously spun in circles, toes tapping, almost stamping pits into the floor.

"Why are there two more again? I don’t agree! Don’t join the fun, get far away from me!"

Heath Langdon shouted angrily, voice trembling with childishness, small hands on his hips, eyes round as can be.

Selene Kane slowly extended a slender finger and gently caught Heath Langdon’s small body.

She was extremely annoyed, irritated to the point of exploding.

She really wanted to slam the door and leave, escape this chaos.

Return to her quiet world.

But she knew, once she turned, these people would chase after her like mad.

Before, she never felt these few males by her side were so annoying.

Perhaps because she always considered them outsiders.

Even though she clearly knew, she could decide their life or death with just a thought.

She never truly cared about their feelings, never considered them truly hers.

Heath Langdon felt the coldness from her fingertips, and instantly dared not cause more commotion.

He didn’t dare utter a word, just tightly clung to her finger joints.

The grip was like holding onto the last straw of survival, afraid that if he let go, she would completely disappear.

Yet there were those who didn’t understand faces, incessantly crowding in, completely disregarding this heavy atmosphere.

Alza was most perceptive, immediately noticing her displeased expression, brows slightly furrowed, eyes cold and sharp.

He promptly tidied his collar and quietly retreated to sit on the nearby sofa.

He didn’t compete, didn’t make a fuss, just sat there quietly.

But his gentle eyes were always following her.

While Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair were completely clueless, still living in that childhood innocence.

Thinking that as long as they acted coy, lowered their heads, the world had to revolve around them.

They didn’t understand how to read cues, didn’t know when to stop, only knowing how to use every means to keep her.

"Female Master, don’t be angry..."

Ethan Sinclair finally couldn’t resist, reaching out to hold her other hand.

His palm was burning hot, carrying the unique warmth of youth, tightly wrapping her cold little hand.

In that instant, a rush of inexplicable satisfaction welled up within him.

He had never thought that merely holding her hand could make him feel that his purpose in life was all encompassed in the touch of this hand.

This thought suddenly emerged, causing his entire face to flush instantly.

He secretly glanced at his brother Evan Sinclair, feeling confused.

The two of them grew up together, minds intertwined, yet now he harbored an unwarranted possessiveness.

He didn’t want to share her with his brother.

The store owner had once jokingly said, "The best effect is when brothers stand together, the Female Master loves this double loyalty."

But now he only found that statement absurd and laughable.

He only wanted to monopolize her, wanted her eyes from now on to only see him.

Selene Kane attempted to retract her hand, fingers slightly moving, yet he held them tighter.

"Let go."

Ethan Sinclair replied softly: "Okay, okay, I’ll let go..."

But his hand released slowly, seemingly dragging out time on purpose.

He stammered: "Female Master... we... we prepared your favorite thing, it’s in the room... Do you want to take a look?"

Previously, she forced them to please her, used a commanding tone to make them grovel and flatter.

But now, it was their turn to take the initiative.

Ethan Sinclair coldly glared at Alza.

Luckily, he made it, or else this cunning fox might have silently stolen the Female Master’s heart bit by bit with his docile and considerate demeanor.

Evan Sinclair’s legs were so weak they could hardly support his body, his whole person wobbled.

Last night, he seized the chance while his brother was clinging to their mother, secretly tugged at the butler’s sleeve, asking a bunch about "how to serve the Female Master."

Those words, he spoke haltingly, his face flushing hot.

Though the butler was a bachelor, never married.

How did he know so many detailed tips?

He didn’t understand either, just listening made his ears burn, his heart embarrassed.

But he knew, the Female Master would surely like it.

Recalling the butler’s final advice.

"You have to tell Ethan too."

He responded superficially, but internally acted as if he didn’t hear.

No matter, since they were brothers, one entity.

Once he served the Female Master well, those skills, Ethan would naturally learn them too.

Both harbored their own thoughts, but their eyes shared the same intensity.