No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 108

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 108: Amelia Went Missing**

As Amelia pivoted on her heel, her heart raced with uncertainty. She had barely taken a few steps when a voice, deep and resonant, sliced through the air behind her.

“Amelia.”

She halted abruptly, her breath catching in her throat.

Mason’s voice, imbued with a hint of mischief, rose slightly as he continued, “Why didn’t you keep calling me Mason?”

Her mind erupted in confusion, a cacophony of thoughts swirling around like a tempest.

“W-What… what did you just say?”

She spun around, her eyes wide as she searched his face for any sign that she might have misheard him.

Had she truly understood him correctly?

Why would he say something so unexpected?

Mason observed her astonishment, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes as he tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing the faintest trace of a smile.

“I only say things once. If you didn’t hear it, pretend I never said it.”

With that, he strode purposefully toward the bustling ballroom, his tall figure cutting through the crowd with an air of confidence.

Amelia remained rooted to the spot, her eyes suddenly stinging as tears threatened to spill over.

She watched as his silhouette gradually dissolved into the throng of people, and the lingering warmth of his embrace seemed to cling to her skin, a bittersweet reminder of their fleeting connection.

That name—Mason—had danced on the tip of her tongue countless times, yet fear and uncertainty had always held her back from uttering it aloud. She didn’t call out to him, despite the tumult of emotions swirling within her.

But if Mason had said that, did it mean he had found it in his heart to forgive her?

When Mason re-entered the ballroom, his impeccably tailored black suit remained crisp and sharp, although the cool night air from the garden had left a subtle chill on him.

“Mr. Everett.” His secretary approached, lowering his voice conspiratorially. His gaze flickered to Mason’s shoulder. “Boss, it appears there’s a bit of lipstick on your suit.”

A faint pink smudge lingered where Amelia had leaned against him, a testament to their brief moment of closeness.

Mason’s eyes lingered on the mark for just a heartbeat, and the image of her tear-streaked face flashed through his mind, igniting a flicker of concern deep within him.

He merely grunted in response, dismissing the comment, and made his way toward the private lounge designated for him.

A few minutes ticked by, and when he emerged again, he had changed into a deep navy suit that exuded an icy elegance, making him appear even more refined and untouchable.

“Ethan, is Ms. Harlow still missing?” She approached gracefully, a glass of champagne in hand, her expression carefully crafted to convey just the right amount of worry. “It’s rare for the Everetts to appear. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could Ms. Harlow be so thoughtless and throw a tantrum with you at a moment like this?”

Her tone was soft, almost protective, yet every word felt like a dagger aimed at Amelia, pushing her down another rung in Ethan’s estimation.

And hidden in Hannah’s phone were the photos Edison had sent just moments ago.

She knew better than anyone that Amelia wasn’t upset; she was out there indulging in an affair.

But Hannah held back the evidence, knowing that revealing Amelia’s indiscretions at an event like this would accomplish nothing. Winning over the Everetts and usurping Amelia’s position—that was everything.

If she could help Ethan build that crucial connection, marrying into the Rowes would be a mere formality.

Ethan’s family would have no reason to oppose her if she played her cards right.

A cold spark ignited in Hannah’s eyes as she leaned closer to Ethan, her voice low and filled with suggestion. “Perhaps you should stop worrying about Ms. Harlow.

“Ethan, you’re her husband. You already count as family to the Everetts. I could accompany you to meet Mr. Everett. Even out of respect for Amelia, he must see you.”

“If he truly cares about Amelia as his adopted sister, he’ll meet you even if she isn’t here,” Hannah added, her words weaving a web of logic that ensnared Ethan’s thoughts.

He pondered her suggestion, the gears in his mind turning as he considered the implications. Hannah’s reasoning resonated with him, igniting a flicker of hope amidst his frustration.