No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 248

Hannah’s heart jumped. Joy instantly wiped away all the gloom from before!

She knew the “friend” Edison mentioned wasn’t just a simple friend.

It was probably someone who could help her get in touch with the judges for the design competition.

“I do! I have time!” she answered almost without thinking.

Edison said, “That’s great. Tomorrow at three in the afternoon. I’ll wait for you.”

“Okay!”

After hanging up, Hannah felt like her luck had finally arrived!

If she could connect with the judges, getting a good ranking would be

easy.

Then she could finally feel proud in front of the Rowes and show Fiona who really had taler

But after a moment of excitement, reality hit her.

Meeting someone as sharp as a judge empty–handed would make her look weak.

But what could she bring as a proper gift?

She had recently spent almost all her savings just to keep Elodie quiet.

The rest of the money was barely enough for her and Isla’s daily expenses. There was no way she could afford anything impressive.

She paced the room, glancing at the simple furniture, feeling frustrated and helpless.

Then she remembered Amelia’s closet.

She’d been inside a few times before.

It was like a display room in a luxury boutique.

One whole wall was full of designer bags, many with the tags still on.

Right now, Amelia was in a fight with Ethan and wasn’t even living at home.

She had so many bags that if a few went missing, she probably wouldn’t even notice.

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Later, when she had money, she could just buy the same one and put it back.

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She was working hard to meet Ethan’s expectations, trying to earn her place in the house. T wasn’t stealing.

Hannah convinced herself with that thought.

She tiptoed to the door. The hallway was quiet.

Ethan was in his study, and the servants were already resting.

Following her memory, she reached Amelia’s bedroom door.

It wasn’t locked.

The room was dark. Only the moonlight from the window faintly lit up the outlines of the furniture.

Hannah’s heart pounded like a drum. She didn’t dare turn on the lights and slowly made her way into the huge walk–in closet.

Using the dim light from her phone, she saw the wall full of handbags.

Soon, her eyes locked on a brand–new pink Kelly bag.

The tag was still on the handle, glinting coldly in the dim light.

She reached out and grabbed the bag from the shelf.

In the dark, a greedy, strange smile spread across her face.

After all, everything Amelia had would eventually be hers.

The next day, Ethan, who hadn’t slept much at all the night before, unusually canceled all his nonessential morning meetings and headed to Mason’s estate in the countryside.

The closer he got to his destination, the stronger the strange feeling of unease grew in his heart

The air here was almost too fresh. The tall plane trees lining the road looked calm and elegant, a sharp contrast to the noise of the city. But this place belonged to Mason.

The car stopped smoothly in front of the estate’s elegant iron gates.

“Mr. Rowe, you’re here,” Miles said, bowing slightly. He was polite, but he didn’t make a move to invite Ethan inside.

Ethan pushed down his irritation, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out, trying to keep his voice.

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calm. “I’m here to see Amelia.”

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“What a bad timing. Mr. Everett took Ms. Harlow for therapy early this morning,” Miles saic face unreadable.

“Therapy?”

Ethan’s brow immediately furrowed.

“What kind of therapy?” he asked, his voice colder without him noticing.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Rowe. That’s Ms. Harlow’s private matter. I don’t know the details,” Miles repl

Ethan felt ridiculous.

He had come thinking he was showing care, doing his duty–and now he found out Amelia wasn’t even waiting for him.

He had come for nothing.

It was awkward and a little infuriating.

“When will she be back?” he asked, holding back his anger, staring at Miles.

“Well… Ms. Harlow didn’t say. Could be late,” Miles answered.

Great.

She didn’t even bother to tell her husband her schedule.

Ethan’s face darkened.

He didn’t want to waste another word with the butler, so he turned, opened the car door, and got back in the driver’s seat.

Sitting inside, Ethan stared hard at the quiet, magnificent estate shining in the sunlight.

Everything here seemed to announce that Amelia was starting a better life without him.

The thought made Ethan’s anger burn even hotter.

He grabbed his phone and called her, stormy and tense.

“Hello?” Amelia answered, her voice calm and flat.

Ethan gripped the phone, trying to make his voice sound steady. “I’m at the estate, but you’re not here.”

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