No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 130

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

**Chapter 130: Do You Still Want to Continue?**

Grace felt a spark of realization the moment the words left Fiona’s lips, and a flicker of admiration danced across her features. “Fiona, you truly have a knack for seeing the bigger picture,” she remarked, her voice laced with respect.

However, as her gaze shifted back toward the villa looming behind them, a shadow of concern crossed her face. “But what if we leave Amelia and Mason there alone? What if Mason perceives our absence as rudeness and decides to just walk away?” The thought gnawed at her, a worry that refused to be dismissed.

Fiona continued her stride, her voice steady and unwavering despite her years. “Then it will all hinge on whether Amelia’s heart still beats for our family or not.”

She paused, allowing her words to sink in. “If she genuinely wishes to support the Rowe Group and is invested in this partnership, she will undoubtedly devise a way to keep him there until we return.”

It was a curious situation. This villa, once a symbol of the Rowes’ opulence, now felt hollow, as if the true essence of its hosts had long departed. Amelia remained, a mere figurehead of the household, accompanied by a guest whose presence was shrouded in complexity.

Amelia ambled along the garden path, her thoughts a whirlwind as she absorbed the beauty around her. The autumn breeze was crisp, infusing the air with the intoxicating fragrance of lavish roses. Yet, the scent, once delightful, now overwhelmed her senses, mirroring her own suffocating predicament with the Rowes.

Mason trailed half a step behind her, maintaining a respectful distance. His footsteps echoed in the tranquil garden, a steady rhythm that contrasted with the turmoil in Amelia’s mind. He remained silent, his presence a heavy weight that pressed down on her, more burdensome than any inquiry he could have posed.

As they passed meticulously pruned hedges and ventured deeper into the small grove nestled within the garden—where even the moonlight struggled to penetrate—Amelia finally halted. She scanned the area, ensuring they were alone before pivoting to face Mason.

“Mason, why did you pose those questions in the living room just now?” Her voice was sharper than intended, and she raised her chin defiantly, locking eyes with him. His gaze, deep and contemplative in the dim light, made her heart race. She instinctively placed a hand on her chest, her breath catching in her throat. “You didn’t give me a heads-up! I almost didn’t know how to react!”

His actions today felt so out of character, as if he had come not merely as a guest but with a purpose—to unsettle the Rowes and challenge Ethan. Was it truly as he had texted her yesterday, that he had come solely to check on her after her marriage?

Yet Mason chose to sidestep her question. “Amelia,” he stated, his tone resolute, “you are not happy here.”

The words struck her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her momentarily speechless. It was as if he had peeled back the layers of her carefully constructed facade, exposing the vulnerability she fought so hard to conceal.

“Why would you say that?” she managed to reply, her voice a mix of disbelief and defensiveness.

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