No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 133

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

**Chapter 133: Words She Didn’t Want Him to Hear**

“That wouldn’t be… impossible,” he remarked, his voice low yet laden with an unspoken weight.

Amelia felt the heat rush to her cheeks, her mind momentarily blank as she scrambled for a coherent reply. But before she could gather her thoughts, the unmistakable sound of approaching voices and footsteps echoed from just outside the bedroom door.

“That’s strange; I could have sworn I heard something coming from this room,” one voice said, laced with curiosity.

“Are you sure it was Mrs. Rowe? Perhaps you misheard?” another voice questioned, skepticism tinged in their tone.

Panic surged through Amelia as color drained from her face, leaving her feeling cold and exposed. A chilling realization gripped her: she was in deep trouble.

That singular thought raced through her mind, drowning out all else.

If a maid were to walk in and catch her with Mason in her husband’s bedroom, there would be no way to explain the situation—no words that could salvage her reputation.

What would the Rowes and the Harlows think of her?

How would Ethan react? The image of his face twisted in disgust and disdain haunted her, sending shivers down her spine.

Time was of the essence, and her instincts kicked in without hesitation. Amelia seized Mason’s wrist, pulling him toward the enormous wardrobe nestled in the corner, her voice a harsh whisper, “Quick! Get in!”

Mason hesitated for a mere heartbeat, taken aback by the urgency in her tone. Yet, he complied, allowing her to guide him into the cramped space of the wardrobe, her determination propelling them both inside.

With a soft click, the doors shut behind them, enveloping them in darkness.

The already confined space felt even more stifling with two bodies pressed together. Amelia found herself practically curled against Mason, her back pressed against the cool wooden wall while the warmth of his chest loomed in front of her.

There was no distance between them; she could feel the taut muscles beneath his dress shirt and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat resonating through the thin fabric.

Thump… Thump… Thump…

Each clear, rhythmic beat of his heart intertwined with her own frantic pulse, creating a disorienting symphony that made her entire body tense with anxiety.

In the enveloping darkness, her senses heightened. The earthy, clean scent of him filled her nostrils, both overwhelming and comforting in its familiarity.

Then, she felt Mason’s arm tighten around her, a subtle shift that both calmed and excited her. His voice, low and resonant, broke the silence. “What are you afraid of?”

Amelia jolted at his words, panic rising within her. Instinctively, she raised a finger to her lips, signaling him to be silent.

Just as she did, the bedroom door creaked open, and two maids stepped inside, their footsteps and chatter echoing clearly into the cramped confines of the wardrobe.

“That’s odd. There’s truly no one here… I checked everywhere,” one maid remarked, sounding frustrated.

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