No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 114

**Chapter 114: An Unexpected Question**

Amelia found herself frozen in place, her mind reeling from the revelations that had just been laid bare before her. The image of Mason’s icy expression flashed repeatedly in her thoughts, a haunting reminder of the man who had fought for her honor.

He did all of that for me?

A warmth blossomed within her chest, mingling with an exhilarating flutter that she struggled to identify. She blinked, shaking herself back to the present, her gaze landing on Lily, who was practically vibrating with excitement. Mustering her courage, Amelia posed the one question that loomed larger than all the rest.

“Lily,” she began cautiously, “how do you know all these details? Even about the fight in the parking garage? News like that doesn’t just spread overnight.”

Lily’s smile faltered for a brief moment, her expression shifting as her eyes flitted around the room. She quickly diverted her gaze, a guilty flush creeping across her cheeks.

The truth was a tangled web she couldn’t afford to unravel. She couldn’t confess to Amelia that she had ventured out to a bar the previous night and had unexpectedly run into Tim, who had also decided to unwind with a drink after the gala.

One drink turned into two, and the atmosphere grew increasingly warm and inviting until, well, one thing led to another, and they found themselves tangled in bed together.

And this morning? Tim had regaled her with every juicy detail as though it were a light-hearted anecdote meant for breakfast banter.

Clearing her throat, Lily waved her hand dismissively, attempting to mask her discomfort.

“Ahem. Please! News like this travels faster than wildfire. Everyone’s buzzing about it. I didn’t need to dig for anything.”

With a conspiratorial nudge of her elbow against Amelia’s arm, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “So? What does this mean? Your brother just publicly defended you, trampling over Ethan’s pride in the process. Does this mean you two have finally reconciled?”

The phrase “made up” dropped into Amelia’s heart like a stone cast into a tranquil pond, sending ripples of confusion and warmth through her thoughts.

Her cheeks flushed, warmth creeping up to her ears.

“I-I don’t know,” she murmured, her eyes darting away from Lily’s piercing gaze. Yet, her mind couldn’t help but replay the moments she and Mason had shared alone the night before.

With a nervous gesture, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her voice barely above a whisper. “But yesterday, he told me to stop calling him Mr. Everett. He asked me to call him Mason again.”

Lily froze, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern in an instant. Oh no, Amelia’s shy demeanor was the final nail in the coffin.

It was clear—Amelia was falling for him, head over heels.

But perhaps, upon further reflection, that wasn’t such a terrible thing after all.

On one side stood Ethan—self-serving, deceitful, and willing to sacrifice anyone for his own gain. A living embodiment of everything wrong with men.

“Okay, okay, I know you get shy,” Lily said, rising to her feet and pulling Amelia up with her. “No more of that! Come on, let’s go shopping. The season’s changing, and I swear nothing in my closet matches my vibe this year!”

With that, Lily whisked the still-confused Amelia out the door, her energy contagious as always.

Meanwhile, chaos had erupted back at the villa.

Grace stormed into the house, flanked by two imposing bodyguards and a flurry of staff members who moved swiftly behind her.

She hadn’t slept a wink all night. Each time she recalled how Hannah had sabotaged the nearly finalized partnership with Everett Group, her fury reignited like a raging inferno.

“Throw all of their things out! Every last item!” Grace barked from the center of the living room, her finger pointing toward the guest rooms with ruthless authority.

The maids sprang into action, obeying her command as they hurried upstairs. Moments later, clothes, handbags, toys, and every last belonging of Hannah and little Isla were unceremoniously hurled out of the second-floor window, landing haphazardly on the front lawn like discarded refuse.

The villa now resembled a disaster zone.

Hannah stood there, cradling Isla in her arms, both of them appearing as delicate as fragile flowers caught in a tempest. Tears streamed down Hannah’s cheeks, glistening like diamonds against her skin.

Isla, overwhelmed by the chaos surrounding them, cried out loudly, clinging to her mother as if she were the only anchor in a stormy sea.