No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 109

**Chapter 109: The Door That Wouldn’t Open**

Ethan stood outside Mason’s room, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like an anchor. He was Amelia’s husband, and by the threads of family ties, Mason’s brother-in-law. Logically, there was no reason for Mason to refuse him entry, yet the air crackled with tension.

“You have a point,” Ethan conceded, though the words felt hollow as they left his lips.

Taking a deep breath, he felt the familiar tic in his jaw return. It was a nervous habit, one that he had tried to suppress but seemed to resurface whenever he was on the verge of confrontation. The host had just finished his speech, and as the applause filled the air, Ethan raised his wine glass, casting a quick glance at Hannah, who stood beside him, her smile bright and encouraging. Together, they made their way toward the VIP lounge on the second floor, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor.

Upon reaching Mason’s door, Ethan found two security guards, clad in black uniforms, standing sentinel like unmoving statues. They blocked the entrance, their expressions unreadable.

“Please stop here,” one guard commanded, his tone devoid of any warmth. He raised his hand, halting Ethan and Hannah in their tracks.

Ethan felt a flicker of irritation flash across his features, but he quickly masked it with a facade of composure. Lifting his chin slightly, he spoke with a quiet pride, “Could you inform Mr. Everett that Ethan Rowe is here to see him? I only need a moment.”

The guard nodded, his face as stoic as before. “Please wait,” he replied, before cracking the door open just enough to slip inside, the sound of the door creaking echoing in the tense silence.

Ethan stood there, the cold metal handle of the door a stark reminder of the barrier between them—two worlds separated by a mere inch of wood and steel. He straightened his posture, adjusting his cufflinks with a sense of urgency that belied the calm he tried to project.

Hannah remained at his side, her demeanor calm and supportive, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

Finally, the door creaked open again, and the same impassive guard stepped out. Ethan’s lips curled into a polite smile, and he took a step forward, ready to enter. But the guard shifted, blocking his path once more, an immovable barrier.

“What does that mean?” Ethan’s smile faltered, confusion and frustration knitting his brows together.

From within the half-open door, Mason’s voice emerged, languid and icy, slicing through the air. “Ethan, what do you need from me?”

Not a sound escaped from within. Mason’s refusal to engage was a sharper insult than any words he could have uttered. It was a blatant display of indifference, a signal that Ethan’s presence was unwelcome.

The guests around them began to shift their gazes, some stifling laughter, their amusement evident.

Ethan felt like a performer in a cruel play, his humiliation on full display for all to see. Each passing second felt like an eternity, dragging him deeper into the abyss of embarrassment.

Hannah’s expression mirrored his discomfort, her confidence wavering, yet her pride wouldn’t allow her to retreat and become the subject of ridicule among their high-society peers.

With a deep breath, she straightened her posture, her resolve hardening. She raised her voice, sharp and clear, directed at the closed door. “Mr. Everett! We approached you out of respect, not just as the CEO of Everett Group but as Amelia’s brother!”

The words hung in the air, a challenge thrown into the void, as both Ethan and Hannah awaited Mason’s response, hoping for a crack in his icy demeanor.