No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 147

**Chapter 147: Make Peace**

Mason offered a subtle nod, his expression a mixture of resolve and hesitation.

“Who was it? Did you find out? Evan…” Amelia bombarded him with a flurry of questions, her voice a rapid-fire of curiosity and concern.

Yet Mason had no intention of divulging any further details.

The Everetts were a labyrinth of complexity. Their connections and veiled motives ran deeper than any outsider could ever fathom.

Six years prior, he had been a mere boy, a silent observer as Evan suffered, utterly powerless to unearth the true perpetrator lurking in the shadows.

The very reason he had clawed his way up to his current position was to dismantle every individual who thrived in darkness.

It had been a perilous journey, filled with twists and turns, and he couldn’t—and wouldn’t—drag the innocent Amelia into this treacherous path.

Mason’s gaze fell upon her pale visage, still etched with disbelief and shock.

In a sudden impulse, he leaned in closer, narrowing the space between them.

Amelia gasped, instinctively leaning back, her heart racing.

Yet, even in that moment of retreat, she couldn’t help but notice the dark depths of his eyes and the way his long lashes cast shadows across his cheek.

Just as she braced herself for an unexpected move, Mason merely lifted a hand, tenderly tapping her cheek with the warmth of his fingertip.

“So,” he began, his voice measured and slow, “let’s allow what transpired six years ago to remain in the past, shall we?”

Amelia found it difficult to breathe, her heart thumping loudly against her ribcage.

His fingers lingered on her cheek, that small touch igniting a warmth that felt almost like fire against her skin.

With his handsome face so close, she managed to stammer, “Mason, are you trying to make peace with me?”

He wasn’t clinging to the memory of her stubborn return to the Harlow Estate six years ago for the purpose of marrying someone else.

And she, in turn, had long since let go of the cold words he had spoken back then.

When Mason caught the glimmer in her eyes, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards, revealing a soft smile that seemed to light up the space between them.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied, his tone teasing yet sincere.

A rush of conflicting emotions surged within her, a blend of bitterness and joy that caught her off guard. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, the warmth spreading through her chest.

Amelia blinked furiously, attempting to suppress the tears that threatened to spill over, yet her lips betrayed her, curling into a smile of their own accord.

Designing and installing custom furniture was a meticulous process that required time and patience.

After finalizing the intricate details, Mason guided Amelia out of the international furniture center.

The atmosphere in the underground parking lot felt palpably different from when they had arrived.

While silence still enveloped them, a new warmth seemed to weave itself into the air, wrapping around them like a comforting embrace.

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