No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 28

**Chapter 28: Make Sure You Keep Your Word**

Hannah clutched the rough towel in her hands, her knuckles turning white as she stared intently at the closed door. A storm brewed within her, a whirlwind of confusion and frustration.

How could this happen?

In her mind, everything had been meticulously orchestrated. Ethan and she were supposed to be alone in the bathroom, the atmosphere charged with anticipation, perfectly poised for a leap into deeper intimacy. It felt as if the universe had aligned for this moment, and yet, Ethan had walked away unscathed, untouched by the tension that had crackled in the air. Any other man, she mused, would have succumbed to the moment, would have surrendered to the allure of what lay before them.

But not him. He had simply left, as if their connection meant nothing at all.

Hannah stood rooted to the spot for what felt like an eternity, her mind racing as she replayed every single detail of that fateful encounter. The way Ethan had looked at her, the way his breath had quickened—had it been her imagination, or had there been a flicker of desire in his eyes? No, she had to be realistic.

After a thorough examination of the events, she finally pinpointed the flaw in her plan.

Looks like I didn’t use enough of the drug.

The following day arrived like clockwork, and Amelia stepped into the Rowe Group’s Design Department with purpose. She walked directly toward Peter’s office, her heels clicking against the polished floor, echoing her determination.

Peter appeared slightly uneasy as he caught sight of her. With a polite smile, he poured her a glass of water, the sound of the liquid filling the glass a stark contrast to the tension in the room. He slid a brand-new file across the desk, his expression apologetic.

“Ms. Harlow, I truly am sorry,” he began, his voice laced with concern. “Here’s what transpired. Stellar Attire unexpectedly appointed a new design director.”

Amelia listened intently, her brow furrowing as Peter continued. “Her vision is completely at odds with the previous director’s. The moment she took the reins, she scrapped everything we had worked on for our collaboration project, even though it was already finalized.”

He paused, gauging her reaction, then added, “Stellar Attire’s CEO has a close relationship with Mr. Rowe, which led Mr. Rowe to assure him that we would present a completely new set of design sketches.”

Amelia flipped through the documents, her eyes scanning the pages with practiced ease.

“The requirements have shifted dramatically this time,” Peter elaborated, his tone serious. “They no longer want the traditional Cindara-style. Instead, they are looking for a modern Cindara-style design that embodies the strength and confidence of contemporary women.”

This was a challenge Amelia welcomed; she had the versatility to tackle any style that came her way.

But then Peter dropped a bombshell that made her frown deepen.

“There’s one more thing… Ms. Harlow, the management has issued a special directive.”

He hesitated before continuing, “They require you to work in the office full-time for this project, ensuring that you can concentrate entirely and remain available for communication at all times.”

Amelia paused, her fingers resting on the papers as a wave of realization washed over her.

She didn’t have to read between the lines—when Peter mentioned “the management,” it could only mean Ethan.

Ethan awaited her arrival, and as she stepped inside, his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary.

She had lost weight; her jawline was sharper than it had been, accentuating the delicate pallor of her face. Her eyes, however, sparkled with a quiet intensity that seemed to draw him in.

Ethan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he quickly coughed to mask his surprise. “Amelia, don’t misinterpret my intentions. I didn’t summon you here for any personal reasons. You know I maintain the same standards for everyone in the workplace.”

Amelia chose not to call out the deception. Instead, she cut straight to the chase. “I’m merely a contracted designer at Rowe Group, yet now you’re insisting I work on-site for this project. Who will compensate for the losses incurred by my personal studio?”

Her tone remained steady, devoid of any emotion, simply laying out the facts.

Ethan’s expression shifted, surprise flickering across his face. He clearly hadn’t anticipated her immediate focus on financial matters.

He retreated to his desk, lacing his fingers together as he adopted a more serious demeanor. “Is the income from your personal studio comparable to what you would earn from the Stellar Attire project? Amelia, you need to prioritize your opportunities.”

When she remained silent, her gaze icy and unwavering, Ethan’s bravado began to wane. His voice softened as he offered, “Whatever losses you face, I will personally cover them.”

“All right,” Amelia replied, her voice steady. “Just ensure that you keep your word, Mr. Rowe.”

With that, she turned on her heel, making it abundantly clear that she had no intention of lingering in his office any longer. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to my work now.”