No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 122

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom 122**

**Chapter 122: It’ll Ruin Your Reputation!**

“Don’t be afraid. Come to me, and I’ll take a knife and cut all of them off.”

His words were a blend of simplicity and violence, yet they held a strange comfort that wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

However, the intoxicated Amelia misinterpreted his intentions.

She lifted her head from the sanctuary of his chest, shaking it vehemently as if trying to dispel an unwelcome thought. “No. That’s immoral…”

“You already have someone else.”

The moment those words left her lips, Mason felt a wave of helplessness wash over him, a profound sense of being used.

In that instant, he grasped the magnitude of how yesterday’s icy demeanor had led her astray.

Leaning closer, he whispered softly into her ear, “Dummy, I lied.”

There’s no one else but you.

But Amelia, drained from her emotional turmoil, had already succumbed to sleep.

She tightened her grip around his waist, surrendering to the comfort of his presence, oblivious to the words that hung in the air.

Mason gazed down at her serene, sleeping face, a sigh escaping his lips as he took in the sight.

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With gentle care, he removed his suit jacket and wrapped it around her, cocooning her in warmth. Then, bending down, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, carrying her toward the guest room.

As he laid her delicately on the bed, the soft, warm yellow light enveloped her features, casting a gentle glow that accentuated her beauty.

Perhaps it was the remnants of alcohol that flushed her cheeks, but she looked utterly enchanting. Her lips, usually so tightly pressed together, were now slightly parted—vulnerable and inviting.

Mason stood by the bedside, his heart racing as he observed her in silence.

All the emotions he had buried for years surged within him, a tide of longing that threatened to overwhelm him.

Slowly, he leaned down, pressing a cool, reverent kiss against her lips.

It was a fleeting moment, yet it drained him completely, leaving him breathless.

Straightening up, he brushed his thumb across his lips, savoring the lingering warmth of their contact.

Then, in a whisper that felt like a solemn vow, he murmured, “Since you think it’s immoral…

“Then let me do all the immoral things.”

The next morning, Amelia found herself waking up once again in Mason’s bed.

A wave of realization hit her; she was painfully aware that she had been intoxicated.

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**Chapter 122: It’ll Ruin Your Reputation!**

Her memories were hazy, like fragments of a dream slipping through her fingers.

Did I cross any lines?

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