No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 29

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom 29**
**CONTENT: 213**

**No Sex for Six Years Brause of Me? Ini Danel**

**Chapter 29 Let’s Have Dinner Together After Work**

“Hold on a second!” Ethan called out, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet hallway as he hurried after her. “Are you free after work? I was thinking we could have dinner together.”

Amelia paused, raising an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smile that dripped with sarcasm. “Mr. Rowe, didn’t you just assert that you treat all your employees equally? Are you really going to misuse your position by inviting a subordinate to dinner?”

She tossed his own words back at him with a sharpness that left him momentarily speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Feigning nonchalance, he glanced at his watch, a stiff attempt to shift the conversation. “Well, it’s my personal time now, which means I’m free to discuss private matters.”

After a brief pause, the weight of the moment seemed to settle around them. With a softer tone, he finally dropped his rigid facade. “I need to apologize about Isla’s allergy. I know I unfairly blamed you without gathering all the facts first. That was my mistake. Freezing your bank account was also a terrible decision. It put you in an awful position.”

He took a breath, clearly gathering his thoughts. “I wanted to take you out to dinner to make amends.”

Amelia, however, wasn’t in the mood for an argument. She responded with a calm demeanor, her voice steady yet firm. “I appreciate your apology, but dinner isn’t necessary. I have orders to finish in my studio.”

Ethan’s fingers froze mid-tap on the desk, the air thick with unspoken tension.

He studied her, taking in the way her face seemed to shield her emotions, the walls she had built around herself. It was clear she wanted nothing to do with him. But then, a mischievous grin broke across his face, a wicked glint in his eyes that hinted at trouble.

“Amelia, if you refuse,” he lowered his voice, a playful yet threatening undertone creeping in, “I’ll just wait for you in the Design Department after work and announce to everyone… ‘Honey!’”

Her expression shifted dramatically, anger flaring in her eyes. “Ethan, don’t you dare pull this kind of stunt!”

“Stunt?” he replied, unfazed by her fury. Leaning over the desk, he met her gaze with a confidence that felt almost infuriating. “Amelia, we’re legally married. Isn’t it perfectly normal for your husband to wait for you after work?”

A tightness gripped Amelia’s chest as the reality of their situation hit her.

That’s right, we’re married.

What a ridiculous notion.

When she had first joined Rowe Group, she had gone to great lengths to mask her marital status. Grace had been adamant about her maintaining a low profile, warning her that using her position as the CEO’s wife could lead to complications at work. It would only provide ammunition for the other Rowe family members to target Ethan.

But it was also Amelia’s choice.

At that time, she was far from being one of the top designers at Rowe Group. She wanted to carve her own path, to prove her worth through sheer talent and hard work, not by riding on the coattails of her marriage.

That revelation eased a bit of the tension in her chest.

At least he had kept his word.

“Understood.” She tossed her reply over her shoulder as she turned to leave.

As soon as she stepped out, Ethan’s phone rang.

It was Hannah.

Ethan answered, and Hannah’s cautious voice came through clearly. “Ethan, you mentioned you’d take Isla to dinner tonight. Where are we meeting? Will your work schedule interfere?”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to maintain his composure. “No changes. I promised I’d be there, and I will. I’ll have my assistant send you the address shortly.”

That evening, Amelia clocked out right on time, making her way to the underground parking lot.

From a distance, she spotted Ethan’s sleek black Bentley. He leaned casually against the car, his silhouette outlined by the dim lighting, exuding an air of confidence.

Not wanting to draw attention, she hurried over, yanked open the door, and slipped into the car as quickly as she could, her heart racing with a mix of anxiety and determination.