No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160 A Dream She Chose to Believe

Time passed without her noticing. It might have been one minute, or maybe ten.

Amelia’s mind was a mess. Thoughts crashed into each other with no order.

So Mason liked her?

That was impossible.

She shut the thought down the moment it appeared.

He already had someone he liked.

Then what was tonight?

Was it just a joke because she was drunk?

Like before, when he liked to watch her embarrass herself, calm and amused on the side?

Or was it just an accident?

Maybe he leaned down and slipped, and his lips touched hers by mistake?

Amelia tried hard to find a reasonable explanation for what had happened.

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

She was also a little afraid Mason might come back.

She had no idea how to face him, or how to ask what that kiss meant.

Maybe from start to finish, it was all just a mistake caused by alcohol.

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That glass of brandy was too strong. Strong enough to make her imagine things, even hear things that were

not real.

Yes. That had to be it.

That thought finally eased the tight knot in her chest.

She would rather believe she was drunk and losing her mind than believe Mason felt anything for her beyond family.

In that tense and chaotic state, Amelia hugged the blanket. Before she realized it, she drifted back to sleep.

She dreamed.

In the dream, she returned to the summer when she still lived at the Everett estate.

Afternoon sunlight filtered through thick grape vines in the garden, casting broken patterns of light.

Eighteen year old Amelia crouched low, holding a colored marker she had found somewhere. She looked like a little thief, sneaking toward Mason, who was asleep on a lounge chair.

Back then, Mason was only in his early twenties. The youth in his face had not fully faded, but his cold and

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Chapter 160 A Dream She Chose to Believe

distant air was already there.

She had been caught sneaking into a bar, and he had reported her to Nora without mercy. She was grounded for a whole week.

Angry and unwilling to accept it, she planned to draw all over his handsome face while he slept.

But when she got close and saw his defenseless sleeping face, her desire for revenge slowly faded.

Sleeping Mason looked quiet and calm.

Sunlight brushed over the bridge of his nose.

His thin lips were lightly pressed together, forming a perfect line.

Amelia held the marker and stared without realizing it.

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She squatted beside him, resting her chin in her hands, and muttered softly. “He looks this good. I wonder which girl will be lucky enough to marry him one day.”

Just as she finished muttering and finally gathered the courage to move the marker toward his cheek, one of his closed eyes opened without warning.

Dark eyes, still lazy from sleep, locked straight onto her

The marker slipped from Amelia’s hand and hit the ground.

“Feeling bold now?” Mason’s low voice sounded slow and calm. “You even dare to prank your second brother?”

The next second, he reached out and pinched her soft chin.

His grip was strong. The rough skin of his fingers pressed into her delicate skin, and pain rushed in at once. Amelia’s eyes turned red.

“It hurts,” she cried.

Mason acted like he did not hear her.

That night at dinner, Nora noticed the clear red mark on Amelia’s chin and asked if she had an allergy.

Amelia felt embarrassed and wronged, but she did not dare say it was Mason. She lowered her head and lied that she had bumped into a door handle.

“Mm.”

Amelia woke from the dream and touched her chin without thinking.

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