No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368 Am I That Bad?

Her little test worked.

Once she realized that, all her guards dropped at once.

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But at the same time, Amelia didn’t really want to push him away. She slowly relaxed, weakly wrapping her arms around his neck and clumsily responding to his fierce, claiming kisses.

If she ended up giving herself to Mason tonight, she knew she wouldn’t fight it.

She shut her eyes and let herself drift.

But just when it felt like things were finally about to happen, Mason stopped again.

He’d had enough. Or rather, he forced himself to stop out of pure self–control.

He slowly lifted himself away from her, pulling back from the ‘

from her, pulling back from that that had almost made him lose it.

His breathing was heavy.

He walked straight to the coffee table, grabbed a piece of ice, and calmly put it in his mouth.

The cold spread over his tongue. He tipped his head back, his throat moving as he swallowed, clearly using the chill to cool himself down fast.

The room went completely quiet.

Amelia stayed on the couch, her body still warm, her heart still racing.

She stared blankly at the bright ceiling light, totally confused.

Why did he stop again when everything was so close?

Did she mess up?

Or did he just decide he did not want her?

Thoughts crashed into each other until they all turned into deep embarrassment.

She had thrown herself at him, crushed her pride, and still got turned down.

The shame burned so badly that her nose stung. Tears spilled out and streamed down her face.

She suddenly rolled onto her side and buried her face in the couch.

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Chapter 368 Am I That Bad?

Soft, broken sobs slipped out between her arms.

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Mason had barely managed to calm himself down. When he turned back, he saw her curled up her shoulders shaking.

The sound of her stifled crying made him freeze. He frowned right away.

He figured he must’ve scared her by being too rough.

After all, her agreeing was one thing, but his nearly losing control was probably too much.

He walked over, sat beside her, and leaned in gently. “I’m sorry. I went too far just now… I scare you. Next time, I’ll ask first.”

Instead of stopping her tears, his apology seemed to flip a switch.

Amelia covered her face and cried even harder.

Now Mason frowned for real.

He couldn’t understand her reaction at all.

He pulled her upright and gently but firmly moved her hands away.

Her tear–soaked face was fully exposed under the light. Her eyes were red and swollen, her nose flushed, looking completely wronged.

“You started this. Losing control wasn’t just on me. It was half yours too.

“So why are you crying now?”

Amelia looked up at him through wet lashes. Choking on her tears, she asked the question she was ashamed to say.

“Mason, am I not attractive to you at all? Am I really that bad?”

It took all her courage to say it.

Her voice was small and stuffy, but in the silent room, it sounded painfully clear.

Mason froze.

Her tear–streaked face reflected clearly in his deep eyes.

His throat moved.

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“Why would you think that?”

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To him, how close he’d been to losing control, the kisses that nearly swallowed her whole, the desire still burning inside him–those were already answers.

Yet somehow, she had reached a conclusion that utterly baffled him.

A bitter, self–mocking smile tugged at Amelia’s lips, mixed with fresh tears, making it look unbearably sad.

She wiped her face roughly, but the tears kept falling like beads snapping off a string.

“Why are you all like this?”

The word “all” made everything click for Mason.

He finally understood what had been driving her strange behavior tonight.

She had been testing whether he still wanted her, using the clumsiest way possible to prove she was still worth desire.

And his sudden stop–meant as restraint and respect–looked to her just like the rejection she’d faced before.

Mason couldn’t stand seeing her drown in self–hate.

The next second, he reached out and pulled Amelia into his arms.

“Mmph-” Caught off guard, Amelia froze, even forgetting to cry.

Her nose bumped into his wool sweater.

“Amelia…” His voice came from above her head, low and rough, packed with barely held–back frustration. “I’m about to lose it. You really can’t keep crying like this.”

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