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.

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