No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 35

**Chapter 35: Awakening in Confusion**

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Amelia adored him, more than she could ever articulate—enough to sacrifice everything she had for him. The thought of being with another man so soon felt utterly impossible, a notion that gnawed at Ethan’s mind.

This had to be yet another one of her petty little schemes to capture his attention.

The guy she was with? Surely just a hired hand, someone she’d brought in to provoke him.

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, Ethan halted in his tracks, just inches away from the front door.

The fire of anger that had ignited in his eyes began to dim, replaced by a more contemplative state.

No, he couldn’t just storm in there, blinded by rage.

To do so would mean playing right into her hands, falling victim to her manipulative games.

He couldn’t allow himself to be at a disadvantage in this twisted dynamic they had created.

But then again, Amelia was due in the office tomorrow. He was curious to see how she would spin her tale of justification when they came face to face.

With that thought anchoring him, he straightened his shoulders, shedding the weight of his earlier fury, and resumed his usual composed, confident demeanor befitting a CEO.

Meanwhile, in Amelia’s studio…

Mason had to exert considerable effort to guide her into the small bedroom on the second floor, a task that felt both familiar and foreign.

If Amelia had been awake, she would have been utterly astonished to discover that this handsome stranger had an intimate knowledge of the layout of her studio, as if he had been a part of her life all along.

He gently laid her down on the soft bed, careful not to disturb her slumber.

As if she had finally found her cozy little sanctuary, she instinctively rolled over, burrowing deeper into the blankets. The frown that had marred her features throughout the night melted away, replaced by a serene expression.

Mason lingered by the bedside, captivated by the sight of her peaceful face illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. The stillness of the moment enveloped him, and after a brief pause, he made his way into the bathroom.

Moments later, he returned with a warm, damp towel. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tenderly wiped away the remnants of makeup and the tear streaks that marred her cheeks.

In her sleep, Amelia seemed to sense the soothing touch, letting out a soft whimper as she leaned into his warm hand, much like a cat seeking comfort from its owner.

Mason’s gaze lingered on her familiar face, a whirlpool of emotions swirling within him.

He had sworn to himself that he would keep his distance, that he would never allow himself to be drawn back into her world.

But tonight, when he had witnessed her being harassed and belittled by that scummy guy in the corner of the bar, he simply couldn’t remain a passive observer.

It was infuriating that this oblivious woman had never even noticed his presence, viewing him merely as a fleeting encounter, a random affair.

With a stoic expression, he pulled a blanket over her, ensuring she was warm and comfortable, before exiting the room and the studio, not daring to look back.

The heavy thud of the door closing reverberated through the stillness of the night.

As he made his way downstairs, the girl on the bed stirred, rolling over and muttering in her sleep, her voice laced with disdain, “Ethan… You jerk, go away.”

The following morning, Amelia awoke with a sharp, pounding headache that felt like a relentless drumbeat in her skull.

The hangover left her brain feeling as if it were being stirred with a metal rod—heavy and agonizing.

With great effort, she propped herself up and surveyed her surroundings. She was in the small bedroom of her studio, still clad in the clothes she had worn the night before.

A faint, unfamiliar scent lingered in the air—pleasant yet elusive, fading away like a dream upon waking.

Her memories of the previous night were fragmented and chaotic. She recalled drinking heavily at the bar, but everything that followed was shrouded in darkness.

Lily must have been the one to bring her back after getting fed up with her antics.

Rubbing her throbbing temples in a futile attempt to ease the pain, Amelia swung her legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and made her way to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. After refreshing herself, she slipped into a clean suit, determined to face the day and head to Rowe Group.

As she reached the entryway, changing her shoes, she grabbed the bag she had carelessly tossed on the cabinet the night before and fished out her phone, which was nearly out of battery.

As the screen lit up, a barrage of messages from Lily flooded her notifications, each one a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.

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