No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 25

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom 25**
**CONTENT:**
**Chapter 25: You Did a Great Job**

**Finished**

As the head of the design department, Peter possessed a keen intuition that allowed him to grasp the implications of Ethan’s words almost instantly.

With a sense of urgency, he lowered his gaze and responded promptly, “You’re absolutely right, Mr. Rowe. I should have exercised better supervision over the project. I assure you, I will take all necessary measures to ensure that nothing like this occurs again.”

Ethan, his expression unreadable, simply waved him off. “You can leave now.”

Peter nearly sprinted from the office, a wave of relief washing over him as he escaped the tense atmosphere.

Once the door clicked shut behind him, a faint smile crept onto Ethan’s otherwise tense lips.

So, Amelia, you think you can ignore me and hide away, do you?

That’s perfectly fine.

I have plenty of strategies to make you come seeking me first.

Meanwhile, in her studio, Amelia stood resolutely in front of a vast cutting table, her hands skillfully maneuvering a pair of tailoring shears to slice through vibrant fabric. Each snip resonated sharply in the quiet space, a testament to her focus and artistry.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of her phone disrupted the silence, echoing from the side table.

With a reluctant sigh, she set down the scissors, wiped her hands on her apron, and reached for the phone. A frown creased her brow as she saw “Mr. Zane” lighting up the screen.

As she answered, Peter’s voice crackled through the line, tinged with a hint of anxiety. “Ms. Harlow, you finally picked up! I hope I’m not interrupting anything important?”

“Mr. Zane, is there a problem?” Amelia’s tone remained cool and composed, masking her growing curiosity.

“Ah, Amelia. Well, here’s the situation.” Peter’s voice carried an edge of distress. “Do you remember the Stellar Attire project you led? The one we just wrapped up?

“They called today and expressed their dissatisfaction with the design sketches we submitted. They want everything redone from scratch! Can you come in tomorrow morning to help us sort this mess out?”

In that moment, Amelia’s mind raced. She suddenly recalled that she had never formally resigned from Rowe Group. By all technicalities, she was still a designer under their employment.

Stellar Attire?

The project flooded back to her mind—Stellar Attire had entrusted Rowe Group with their entire season’s Cindara fashion line, and she had sacrificed countless sleepless nights to ensure its success.

When she had submitted the design sketches, the project manager had seemed pleased with her work. So, what had prompted this abrupt change of heart?

A sense of unease began to creep into her thoughts as she absently tapped her fingers on the table.

Is someone orchestrating this behind the scenes?

Could it be Ethan’s doing?

He made his way to the couch, where Isla, nearly dozing off, suddenly perked up, eagerly extending her drawing toward him.

“Ethan, look! I won!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement, a beacon of innocence.

Seeing her bright, hopeful face stirred something deep within Ethan. A soft smile broke through his earlier tension as he reached out to pat her head. “Isla, that’s incredible! You did a fantastic job.”

However, to his surprise, Isla didn’t respond with the exuberance he had anticipated. Instead, her expression shifted, sadness creeping into her features.

“What’s wrong?” Ethan inquired, concern lacing his voice.

Her reply was barely a whisper, heavy with emotion. “When Dad was alive, he always praised me and rewarded me… Now, no matter how many prizes I win, I’ll never hear him say he’s proud of me again…”

Ethan’s thoughts drifted to Jack, his dear friend who had left this world far too soon, and a wave of guilt crashed over him like a cold tide.

He had promised Jack he would look after Hannah and Isla.

Yet now, in an effort to safeguard his own career and reputation, he was deliberately keeping his distance.

Hannah was an adult. Perhaps she could comprehend the complexities of his choices.

But Isla was just a child. She lacked the understanding of adult dilemmas. She might even think he had grown distant, that he no longer cared for her, and that he too would leave them behind.