No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 127

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom 127**
**CONTENT: Chapter 127 No Relationship at All With That Hannah Woman**

Ethan settled into the plush chair next to Amelia, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder, a silent proclamation of his claim over her. The warmth of his palm was both a comfort and a weight, a reminder of the complexities of their relationship.

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David’s keen gaze swept across the room, scrutinizing the expressions on each face until it landed on Beatrice. She was darting furtive glances at Mason, her interest palpable.

The moment was ripe for manipulation.

Turning to Amelia with a voice that dripped with feigned kindness, he said, “Amelia, just look at Mason! He’s made quite the journey to be here. I doubt he’s had the pleasure of meeting your sister Beatrice yet, has he? As the elder sister, I believe it’s your duty to facilitate that introduction.”

On the surface, it appeared he was merely nudging Amelia, but in truth, he was orchestrating a scenario that would thrust Beatrice directly into Mason’s path.

At once, Beatrice sprang to her feet, eager to comply with David’s unspoken command.

Amelia clutched her teacup tightly, a wave of nausea crashing over her as she contemplated how to evade this awkward situation.

Just then, Mason’s voice sliced through the tension.

“No need for introductions,” he declared casually, his gaze drifting lazily to Beatrice, taking in her meticulously crafted appearance.

“My impression of Beatrice, however, is quite unforgettable.”

Beatrice’s smile faltered, freezing in place like a deer caught in headlights.

David, blissfully unaware of the underlying tension, assumed a budding connection existed between the two. His curiosity piqued, he leaned forward with a knowing grin, “Oh? So you two have crossed paths before?”

“Yes,” Mason replied, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips, his tone laced with deeper meaning.

A jolt of panic surged through Beatrice. The last thing she wanted was for Mason to expose her insidious plan to drug Amelia in front of their families. The very thought sent chills down her spine; if that revelation surfaced, she would become the laughingstock of their social circle, not to mention ruin any chance of a marriage alliance!

“You’re quite the comedian, Mason,” she interjected hastily, her voice a touch too high. “We’ve only met a few times, hardly enough to say we know each other well.”

Her frantic attempt to distance herself from Mason seemed absurd, especially when juxtaposed with her earlier eagerness to engage with him.

David’s brow furrowed slightly, yet he remained undeterred. With a charming smile, he attempted to smooth over the awkwardness, “You’re both young, and it takes time to truly get to know someone. Mason, since you’ve just arrived in town, why not let Beatrice show you around? It’s a small gesture we, as hosts, can offer.”

A flicker of understanding glinted in Mason’s eyes. He had quickly grasped the full extent of David’s scheming.

Ethan’s demeanor shifted instantly, his eyebrow arched as if to say, “Look, even others can see what you’re missing,” while he lightly brushed his fingertips against Amelia’s arm.

Amelia lowered her gaze, unwilling to meet the eyes of the hypocritical duo. In that moment, Ethan seemed to have forgotten entirely about her complicated relationship with the Harlows, while Beatrice was reveling in her secret hope that Amelia would falter, never genuinely caring for her well-being.

Amidst the swirling dynamics of the living room, only Mason appeared to be an impartial observer, quietly relishing the unfolding drama.

Then, a spark of interest ignited in him. He raised his dark eyes slightly and asked with an air of casual curiosity, “So, what was the cause of your argument?”

“It was because of that woman named Hannah at the banquet, right?”

Ethan’s expression soured instantly, his discomfort palpable.

Mason had struck a nerve, clearly aware of the murky waters surrounding Ethan and Hannah. Was Mason probing him to defend Amelia?

“Mason, you’ve got it all wrong,” Ethan’s voice shifted, his tone becoming more defensive.

He instinctively withdrew his hand from Amelia’s shoulder, urgency creeping into his words as he clarified, “Hannah is merely the wife of a friend. He recently passed away, and I was only helping out of brotherly duty, nothing more!”

“Exactly!” Grace chimed in, eager to back him up. “Mason, don’t pay attention to the rumors. Ethan has no relationship whatsoever with that Hannah woman!”