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.

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