No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 17

**My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 17: Her Landlord Has One Condition**

“Don’t worry,” Amelia reassured, her voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling within her. “We can draft a new contract. I swear I won’t fall behind on any rent payments. The moment my cash flow stabilizes, I’ll settle the rest immediately.”

As the words left her lips, she felt the clammy sweat pooling in her palms, a telltale sign of her rising apprehension. She held her breath, waiting for a response, bracing herself for the inevitable rejection that had become all too familiar.

Silence stretched on the other end of the line, thick and heavy, as if the man was weighing his options carefully.

Amelia could almost envision the look on his face—the same dismissive expression she had encountered countless times before. After all, who would want a tenant who presented problems right from the start?

Just when despair threatened to swallow her whole, that low, slightly gravelly voice broke through the silence, difficult to interpret. “No problem.”

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. Had she misheard him?

Unfazed by her momentary shock, he continued, his tone measured and calm, “But I have one condition.”

“Please, tell me!” Amelia replied without hesitation, her mind racing.

If this condition could spare her beloved studio, she would gladly agree to ten—or perhaps even a hundred—conditions.

“You need to take care of the weeds in the garden today. They’re choking the flowers I planted.”

“What?” Amelia blinked, her mind struggling to process the simplicity of his request.

Pulling weeds? Was that really all he wanted from her?

“Are… are you sure?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, disbelief coloring her tone.

“Which account should I send the rent refund to?” he interrupted, his voice laced with impatience.

Amelia shook off her confusion and quickly relayed Amanda’s bank details, her heart racing with a mix of hope and disbelief.

“Hold on.”

Standing by the river, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, Amelia gazed blankly at the water, lost in thought.

Before she could even process the moment, a notification pinged on her phone. Amanda had sent her a screenshot—the transfer was complete.

15:22 Tue, Dec 9 M

All three quarters of the rent had been refunded, every last dollar accounted for.

As Amelia stared at the numbers, a wave of emotion washed over her, and her eyes prickled with unshed tears.

She hadn’t anticipated such generosity at all.

Time and again, she had faced rejection from clients she had known for years, felt the sting of judgment, and endured the cold indifference of those around her. Yet here was a landlord, a complete stranger, extending trust and kindness without a moment’s hesitation.

The warmth of his unexpected generosity enveloped her, and she felt a lump in her throat. “Uncle, thank you so much! May I know your name?”

There was a pause on the other end, and she could almost hear the gears turning in his mind.

Then, his voice dropped several degrees, cold and unyielding. “What did you just call me?”

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