No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 106

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 106: The Shoulder She Chose**

Amelia’s thoughts spiraled like a tempest, each memory tightening the grip on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. The threat of tears loomed large, gathering in her eyes like storm clouds ready to unleash their fury.

Had she been impulsive? Charging into the fray, confronting Ethan and his friends all on her own? Perhaps. Yet, there was no room for regret in her heart.

As the recollections of their cruel laughter over Evan’s injured leg and the vicious rumors tarnishing Mason’s name flooded back, the fire of anger reignited within her. She was not the one in the wrong. No, they were the villains in this narrative.

Just when her thoughts threatened to overwhelm her, and the tears began to spill, a pair of polished black leather shoes appeared before her. The sound of footsteps broke the silence of the night, and a voice—deep, familiar, and etched into her memory—pierced through the darkness. “Amelia.”

Mason?

Amelia blinked, rubbing her damp eyes, half-convinced that her heartache had conjured him from thin air.

With a cautious movement, she raised her gaze.

In the dim light, a tall figure loomed over her, his sharp features clearly defined even in the shadows. Those once distant, cold eyes were now fixed on her, unwavering and intense.

It truly was him.

“M-Mr. Everett?” she stammered, defaulting to the formal address out of habit. “What are you doing here?”

Mason remained silent, his focus locked onto her left cheek, where a bright red handprint marred her skin. The sight darkened his expression, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

When he noticed Amelia sitting there, looking forlorn and vulnerable, his gaze softened momentarily. He lowered himself to her level, squatting in front of her with a grace that belied his usual demeanor.

His cool, long fingers brushed lightly over the mark on her cheek.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, resonating with concern.

Those three simple words shattered the fragile barriers she had built around her heart.

Amelia sniffed, fighting against the tide of tears that blurred her vision. Looking up into Mason’s eyes, she found herself choking out a small, trembling request. “Y-you won’t let me call you brother, but could I… maybe borrow your shoulder for just a moment?”

Mason froze, her words piercing him like a dagger.

He didn’t reply.

Instead, he stood up, reaching out a steady hand to cradle the back of her head. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled her into his arms.

In an instant, the familiar scent of him enveloped her—strong, warm, and undeniably safe. It was as though a soft net had closed around her, catching every shard of her hurt and soothing it, breath by breath.

Amelia leaned into him, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heart.

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