No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Impossible to Read

“Ah!”

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The sudden sensation of weightlessness made Amelia cry out. Her body reacted faster than her mind—her arms instinctively looped tightly around Mason’s neck, desperately seeking something to hold on to.

As the world spun, her face inevitably tipped forward.

A warm, soft brush–carrying a faint electric spark–grazed his cheek.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.

Amelia could clearly hear her own heartbeat pounding like a drum, each thud ringing painfully in her ears.

Her lips had just accidentally brushed against his cheek.

That brief contact was like a spark. It instantly ignited the blood throughout her body, sending heat rushing to her cheeks at a visible speed.

Even though it was as fleeting as a feather’s touch.

She could still feel the warmth of his skin and the distinct texture of a man’s face.

Both of them froze.

Mason’s arms stiffened as he held her.

He lowered his gaze, and in those eyes–deep as an ancient well–dark emotions churned that Amelia couldn’t understand.

His breathing seemed heavier than before.

Amelia’s sense of guilt instantly peaked.

As if burned, she panicked and tried to loosen her grip, but fearing she might fall, she could only rigidly maintain this intensely intimate posture.

“I–I’m sorry!” she stammered, her eyes darting around in panic, not daring to meet his gaze.

To break the suffocating awkwardness, inspiration struck. She pointed toward the grill not far away, her voice slightly off–key. “Th–the grill … the food is about to burn!”

Mason gave her a deep look but said nothing, quietly carrying her over to the grill before

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The solid feeling of her feet touching the ground finally helped steady Amelia’s racing heart.

Feeling utterly reprieved, she immediately turned her back to Mason and pretended to study the skewers on the grill with intense focus, hiding her burning cheeks and inner turmoil.

She casually picked up the tongs and brush, placed two chicken wings onto the grill, and flipped them with convincing seriousness.

Yet inside, her thoughts were already a complete mess.

Did what just happened … count as a kiss?

Even though it had only brushed past, the sensation was etched clearly onto her lips–and her heart.

But Amelia, what exactly are you so nervous about?

It was just an accident!

She kept lecturing herself internally, yet the more she did, the hotter her face became.

Just as her thoughts spiraled and she tried to calm herself by flipping the food, a low, faintly amused voice sounded behind her.

“Amelia,” Mason said quietly, his voice unmistakably clear, “were you trying to kiss me on purpose just now?”

Amelia froze, her mind going blank for a split second.

With her back to him, she didn’t even dare turn around to look at his expression.

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On purpose?

How could she possibly have done that on purpose!

Yet her physical reaction betrayed her, as if confirming his words.

The heat she’d barely managed to suppress surged back even more fiercely, scorching the tips

of her ears.

Her heartbeat completely lost its rhythm.

“I–I didn’t!” she blurted out, though it sounded utterly unconvincing–more like a guilty

cover–up.

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At that flustered moment, the chicken wings sizzled loudly over the coals, splattering several drops of scorching oil that landed squarely on the back of her hand.

“Ah!”

A sharp sting shot through her, and Amelia cried out instinctively as she dropped the tongs with a loud clatter.

She looked down to see a small patch of red instantly blooming on her fair skin, burning painfully.

Mason immediately sensed something was wrong.

He stepped forward in two strides, grasped her wrist, and asked in a lowered voice, “What happened? Did you get burned?”

His palm was broad and warm around her slender wrist, that searing warmth somehow more vivid than the burn itself.

Amelia’s heart trembled sharply as she tried to pull away, only to be firmly held in place.

“Don’t move.” He frowned as he examined the small burn on her hand, his expression turning serious. “I’ll get some ointment.”

With that, he released her and turned without hesitation, striding quickly toward the main villa. Watching his tall, straight silhouette, Amelia’s emotions grew increasingly complicated.

She sat blankly on the small chair, the sting on her hand and the lingering warmth on her wrist intertwining and throwing her thoughts into chaos.

This man was always like this–utterly impossible to read.

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