No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191 Design Competition

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Ethan didn’t want to snap at her again, so he kept a stern face and turned to a maid, “Go grab the first–aid kit. Patch up Hannah first.”

He took a cotton swab himself, dipped it in iodine, and carefully cleaned her scratches bit by

bit.

Hannah hissed as the pain hit, tears sliding down her cheeks, but she forced herself to speak. “It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt that much. Ethan, don’t get mad because of me. And don’t blame Ms. Harlow either. She’s hurt, so of course she’s grumpy.”

The more she said that, the more Ethan’s irritation toward Amelia grew.

Once he finished, he stared at Hannah’s gauze–wrapped hand, lost in thought.

He needed a way to make sure she didn’t wander off to the hospital again, so she wouldn’t clash with Amelia once more.

After a moment, an idea struck him. “Hannah, Rowe Group is sponsoring a national fashion competition for newcomers. You’ve got free time now. Why don’t you sign up and keep yourself busy?”

“C–can I?” Hannah’s voice was filled with delighted surprise.

“Yeah.” Ethan nodded. He just saw it as a way to keep her out of trouble, nothing more. “Take it seriously. Don’t waste your energy on nonsense.”

“Thanks, Ethan!” she said, bouncing to her feet with joy.

Watching her excitement, Ethan felt a little relieved, thinking he’d found a solution.

He didn’t notice the ambition flickering in Hannah’s eyes when she lowered her head to thank him.

Soon, she went back to her room.

Hannah knew national competitions were riddled with backstage maneuvering. Judges‘ personal tastes, media hype–everything could tip the scale.

She wasn’t just there to compete. She wanted to dominate and grab the prize that could skyrocket her fame.

She needed more leverage.

Picking up her phone, Hannah dialed Edison.

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Chapter 191 Design Competition

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Edison had deep ties in the design world and among the elite.

More importantly, she’d been a quiet fan of Hannah’s work for a while, especially the gown Hannah had created.

“Hannah? What’s up? Why the call today?”

“Edison,” Hannah’s voice softened, carrying a playful intimacy. “Hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all. Just finished a meeting and have some free time.” Edison chuckled. “So, spill it. What’s up?”

Hannah eased into the topic. “Edison, you’re always well–informed. Have you heard that Rowe Group is running a fashion competition for newcomers?”

“Oh? That one? Yeah, of course.” Edison sounded smug, like it was obvious. “They even sent me an invitation to be a judge at the finals. But bad timing–our company is launching a new issue next quarter. I’m swamped and can’t make it, so I had to decline.”

Hannah’s heart sank at the news.

She’d been counting on Edison being on the judging panel to have her back.

“Oh … I see,” she murmured, her voice falling. She sighed. “What a pity. I thought having you there would make my first big competition a lot less stressful.”

“Huh?” Edison caught the hint. “You’re planning to join?”

“Yeah.” Hannah’s tone turned shy, almost sweet, like she was revealing a secret. “Honestly, I’m not that skilled. But Ethan pushed me to try. He said it’d be a waste not to grow my talent. Even if I don’t win, it’ll still be a good experience.”

She cleverly highlighted Ethan’s attention and care for her.

As expected, Edison chuckled, her tone warmer. “Wow, Mr. Rowe really looks out for you.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re talented. When I wore the evening gown you made for me to that banquet, everyone kept asking who designed it. I told them it was my friend, and they didn’t even believe me.”

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