No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 101

**Chapter 101: The Spotlight and the Lie**

“Amelia!”

Ethan stepped in front of her, his hand closing around her wrist with a firm grip that sent a jolt through her.

“Come to the garden,” he insisted, his voice low and urgent. “I need to ask you something.”

Amelia flinched at his touch, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her expression a mixture of calm and defiance. Around them, curious onlookers cast sidelong glances, their eyes darting between the two of them, sensing the tension in the air. Amelia’s voice was icy as she reminded him, “Ethan, don’t forget why you’re here tonight.

“Don’t impulsively ruin your family’s reputation at an event like this. And for heaven’s sake, don’t come home later blaming me for it.”

Her words landed on Ethan like a bucket of ice water, dousing the flames of his anger instantly. She was absolutely right.

Tonight was supposed to be about business, not personal drama.

The Rowe Group was at a standstill. Several significant overseas projects were frozen in limbo due to tightening cash flow, and the market was unforgiving. Banks were retracting loans left and right, and he desperately needed a strong new business partner or investor to pull them out of this downward spiral.

He had fought tooth and nail to secure an invitation to this elite event, every moment of the night meticulously planned to advance his goals.

But as soon as he entered, Hannah had appeared, turning his private struggles into a spectacle for all to see.

If he stirred up further trouble now, he risked ruining the entire evening.

With a deep breath, Ethan forced his anger to subside, letting go of her wrist slowly. A distinct red mark lingered on her pale skin, a reminder of his momentary lapse in judgment.

“Fine,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous low, eyes darkening with unspent frustration. “We’ll settle this at home.”

Then, as if the confrontation had never occurred, he donned the polished facade of a perfect businessman, masking his inner turmoil. He extended his arm toward her, a silent invitation for her to link hers through it.

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh internally at the absurdity of the moment, but her face remained a mask of tranquility. She placed her hand on his arm, walking beside him with the grace of a dutiful, elegant wife, the picture of marital harmony.

It didn’t take long for Ethan to spot his target—Bennett, the chairman of the Rayne Group, the largest high-end fabric supplier in the country.

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