No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291 They’re Hurt

Mason sat on the couch as she had asked, extending his injured arm toward her.

Finished

Amelia drew a deep breath and knelt on the carpet. This position put her at just the right height to look at his wound without having to crane her neck and accidentally glance at his overly handsome face… or elsewhere.

She carefully reached out, starting to unwrap the gauze that had been dampened by moisture.

Her fingertips inevitably brushed against the warm, firm skin of his arm. The touch felt electric, sending a shiver up her spine and leaving her chest tingling.

His arm was smooth, powerful, every muscle defined even in relaxation, exuding latent strength that could erupt at any moment.

Amelia’s movements gradually grew slower and clumsier.

Layer by layer, the gauze came off, revealing a wound that was no longer bleeding but still red and swollen.

She dipped a cotton swab into antiseptic and gently cleaned the skin around it.

The room was so quiet that all she could hear was the soft rhythm of their breathing.

Mason remained silent, his gaze intense and unwavering, fixed on the top of her head, where her hair brushed her forehead.

He watched her pursed lips as she concentrated, and though awkward, her seriousness mirrored his own.

“You’ve … never dressed a wound before?” His voice finally broke the silence, low and deep, cutting clearly through the still room.

Amelia froze for a moment, glanced up at him, then quickly looked down, shaking her head.

“No,” she murmured, a little muffled.

“Before, if Ethan got hurt, he’d handle minor cuts himself. For anything worse, the house staff or the butler would take care of him.”

She picked up a fresh roll of gauze and clumsily began wrapping it around his arm.

Her movements were so awkward that she had to stifle a small laugh at herself.

Then, she remembered something, smirking at the memory.

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Chapter 291 They re Hurt

“There was this one time, though… he hurt his knee pretty badly and was limping for days. I actually helped take care of him then.”

Back then, she had been genuinely happy.

She thought she was finally acting like a real partner, caring for him in a way he might let her in a little.

Looking back, those few days were perhaps the only moments in their six–year marriage that seemed genuinely tender.

Mason watched the fleeting expression on her face quietly, saying nothing-

Amelia tied the end of the gauze into a clumsy knot, finishing her task.

She lifted her head to meet his scrutinizing gaze and deliberately added a teasing remark. trying to appear casual.

“Although later I found out, he didn’t hurt his knee just by missing a step on the stairs as he said. He … he fell while hiking to get a blessed set of rosary for Hannah at that church on the mountain outside the city. That’s how he scraped it up.”

She shrugged, treating it as a youthful anecdote to prove to herself that she was no longer easily shaken.

But the air in the room seemed to chill.

Mason’s gaze darkened.

Without her noticing, he had straightened up, his jaw tight, lips pressed into a hard line–a clear sign of displeasure.

Amelia’s smile faltered.

She frowned, confused by the sudden change in his expression.

Was it because she mentioned Ethan?

Mason didn’t explain.

He reached out with his uninjured hand and took hold of her wrist, still resting on his arm.

“Amelia.”

He said her name, voice lower than before, suppressing some kind of surging emotion.

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Chapter 291 They’re Hurt

“The wrongs he caused you… they’re not a joke.”

His eyes burned into hers.

“They’re hurt. Real hurt.

“And from now on, don’t ever speak about them like they’re funny or trivial.”

Amelia froze.

She had thought that smiling and recounting the past meant she had healed.

She hadn’t expected him to see through the scar behind her smile.

Firmstied

All the humiliations Ethan had caused her, which she had dismissed as trivial stories, sounded in Mason’s ears as a second wound inflicted upon her.

Her chest contracted uncontrollably, a scorching, aching pain rising.

For the first time, she realized that someone could treat her wounds as their own.

The room was frighteningly silent, the only sounds the heat of his hand against hers and the rapid beating of her own heart.

Mason’s gaze stayed locked on her, as if trying to pull her entirely into it.

Amelia suddenly felt breathless. The air around her seemed drained by the intensity of his presence, becoming heavy, hot, and thin.

Unable to endure such direct scrutiny, she averted her eyes, struggling to free her hand from his burning grip.

“I… I’ll put the medical kit away first.” She scrambled for an excuse, flustered.

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