No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 27

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**Chapter 27: Let Me Take a Look**

The delicate straps of her nightgown draped gracefully over her smooth shoulders, the soft fabric hugging her every curve in a way that was both innocent and alluring. Ethan’s gaze lingered, and he felt a wave of heat wash over him, igniting a flame of restlessness within. His heart raced, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard, the movement of his Adam’s apple betraying his inner turmoil.

Amelia was not even present, yet just the sight of that nightgown stirred a torrent of indecent thoughts within him. Ethan cursed himself silently, his handsome features tightening with self-reproach. *What kind of creep am I?* he thought, shaking his head as if to dispel the thoughts that threatened to consume him.

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the stillness, echoing from the guest room downstairs.

Ethan jolted back to reality, the sound cutting through the haze of his thoughts. Without a moment’s hesitation, he shoved the nightgown into the closet, his heart pounding as he rushed out of the room, urgency propelling him forward. He dashed toward Hannah’s room, flinging the door open with a force that startled even him.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded, scanning the room for any sign of trouble.

However, the bedroom was empty. The scream—and the unmistakable sound of rushing water—was unmistakably coming from the bathroom.

His instincts kicked in, and he charged inside, only to be met with a scene that left him momentarily speechless. There stood Hannah, her hair damp and disheveled, grappling with an unruly faucet that was spewing ice-cold water in every direction. The water sprayed through her fingers, drenching her nightgown and creating a chaotic splash around her.

“I… I don’t know what happened!” Hannah exclaimed, her voice trembling with panic as she looked at him, her eyes wide and pleading. “I just wanted to wash my face, and then the faucet went crazy!”

In this sprawling villa, the butler and housekeeper had long since departed for the night, leaving only the three of them in this vast, echoing space.

Ethan furrowed his brows, concern etched into his features. He stepped closer, determination overriding his initial shock. “Step aside. Let me take a look.”

As he reached for the main valve, Hannah, who had been gripping the faucet with all her strength, suddenly let go, as if her energy had been completely drained. In an instant, the jet of water swung wildly, catching Ethan squarely in the face.

“Watch out!” Hannah cried, her voice a mixture of alarm and regret.

In the chaos that ensued, she stumbled, colliding directly into his arms. The impact sent them both reeling, and with water blurring his vision and the slick floor beneath them, Ethan lost his balance. They crashed to the ground, the cold tiles meeting him with a heavy thud, and Hannah landed across his chest, their bodies uncomfortably close.

The distance that had once existed between them evaporated in that split second. The sound of the gushing water continued to roar around them, creating an absurd soundtrack to their awkward predicament.