No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Distant Memories

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Amelia watched the scene quietly, yet her heart felt as lively as the glowing charcoal.

Before long, a scent mixed with grilled meat and a faint hint of charring drifted through the air.

Mason soon walked over, holding two skewers of beef tenderloin grilled to a golden brown.

He handed them to Amelia, his jawline tense, his eyes carrying a trace of something hard to catch–anticipation?

“Try it.”

But his voice remained low and steady, betraying little emotion.

Amelia took the skewer, the warmth seeping through the wooden stick.

Half skeptical, she brought a small piece of beef to her lips and chewed slowly.

The beef itself was excellent–tender and juicy. However…

Her brows knit almost imperceptibly.

How should she put it?

The seasoning was uneven–some bites bland, others overwhelmed by spices, with even a faint bitterness from slightly overdone heat.

Overall, it barely qualified as edible.

She lifted her gaze, looking at Mason with a complicated expression, her mind instantly launching into silent complaints.

It seemed the universe was fair after all–granting Mason an elite background, striking looks, and a sharp business mind, yet somehow forgetting to unlock the cooking skill on his talent

tree.

Mason had been watching her closely. When she didn’t speak for a while, and her expression grew subtle, he asked in a low voice, “What? Is it undercooked?”

His serious tone made Amelia want to laugh despite herself.

The gloom brought on by Ethan seemed to fade a little, washed away by this questionable skewer of grilled beef.

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At last, she curved her lips into a helpless, amused smile and shook her head lightly. “Mason, I told you long ago–you could give up on cooking.”

This wasn’t the first time Amelia had endured Mason’s legendary culinary skills.

Many years ago, back when she was staying with the Everetts, on her birthday.

She had still been a naive little girl then, fearless thanks to the affection of the Everett elders and Evan.

A few days before her birthday, she had made a wish to Mason–asking him to personally cook her lasagna.

The moment she said it, the entire household was stunned.

Everyone knew that the Everett family’s second son, Mason, never set foot in the kitchen. Getting him to cook was harder than making him sign a losing contract.

Evan laughed it off, saying that letting Mason cook would probably burn the kitchen down.

But Amelia had been unusually stubborn, blinking with anticipation as she looked at the boy who always wore a cold expression around her.

To everyone’s surprise, on her birthday, Mason actually carried out a pan of lasagna from the kitchen.

A pan of … pale lasagna, with only a few lonely baked cheese floating on top.

Amelia still remembered how full of hope she had been then, thinking that even if it looked plain, it had to taste good, since Mason had made it himself.

Yet the moment she lifted a forkful and put it into her mouth, she nearly spat it out on the spot.

The pasta was undercooked–stiff and hard–and the sauce tasted of nothing but salt.

Her face instantly scrunching up in misery clearly amused the teenage Mason, who still carried a streak of wicked humor.

Just as she was gathering the courage to politely describe her honest thoughts, Mason leaned down slightly and spoke with unmistakable menace.

“Amelia, if you dare say it tastes bad, don’t even dream of getting another birthday present ever again.”

His voice was cool, tinged with an awkward stiffness, but it successfully forced Amelia to swallow all her complaints.

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