No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 132

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom 132**
**CONTENT: Chapter 132 Bedroom With No Wife**

“What was Hannah to him, and what was I?”

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Amelia’s mind raced as she processed Mason’s question, a flicker of panic igniting within her. Initially, she assumed he was offended by her comparison, equating him to someone like Hannah, but as she opened her mouth to clarify, she hesitated. The deeper layers of his inquiry began to unravel in her thoughts.

What was Hannah, indeed?

Hannah was no ordinary name; she was Ethan’s childhood sweetheart, a figure from a past that seemed to loom over Amelia like a shadow. The girl who had captured Ethan’s heart long ago, the one he had always revered, and yet, here she was, bold enough to challenge Amelia’s very existence. The bond between Hannah and Ethan was murky, tainted with secrets that could never bear the light of day.

And Mason?

He was her second brother, a man who, by all accounts, should embody propriety and respectability. On paper, he was impeccable, a paragon of virtue.

Yet, in this moment, he seemed entangled in a web of ambiguity that was dangerously close to crossing lines. The way they were sneaking around together, it felt as if they were caught in a scandalous affair, a notion that made Amelia’s cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Don’t—don’t get the wrong idea!” she stammered, her hands flailing in a desperate attempt to dispel the implication that had her heart racing. She needed to distance herself from that chaotic thought. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just didn’t want to tarnish your image. If you walked out looking like you just came from the mud, people would think you were here to do yard work or something ridiculous!”

Mason simply regarded her—his gaze flickering from the blush blooming across her cheeks to the way her eyes darted around, avoiding his.

His lips pressed into a thin line, a storm of emotions swirling behind his dark eyes. The urge to lean in, to silence her rambling with a kiss, was almost overwhelming, but he fought it back, forcing that impulse down deep into the recesses of his mind.

With a slight movement of his Adam’s apple, he gritted his teeth and uttered, “Lead the way.”

A wave of relief washed over Amelia, as if she had just escaped a tight grip of fate. She turned on her heel, almost fleeing ahead of him, eager to leave the tension behind.

Purposefully, she sidestepped the main hall, carefully avoiding any areas where the maids might appear, their curious gazes too penetrating for her comfort.

Finally, she ushered Mason into Ethan’s bedroom, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Entering her husband’s personal sanctuary with another man at her back sent a thrill coursing through her veins.

Mason stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room with a cool detachment before he delivered his verdict. “Terrible taste.”

It was then that he noticed something unsettling. This bedroom, intended for a married couple, bore no trace of femininity.

He asked, bluntly, “Ethan’s the only one who sleeps here. You don’t?”

Amelia felt her body tense at the question, a slight shiver running down her spine.

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