No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392 A Line He Couldn’t Cross

The bedroom door closed softly, leaving only a narrow track.

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Hannah pressed her eye to the gap and watched as Ethan, irritation written plainly on his face, finally lifted

the thermal container.

His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. He really drank it.

Perhaps the mention of Fiona had worked. He finished every last drop of the soup.

In the shadows, Hannah’s lips curved into a silent, satisfied smile.

After drinking, Ethan casually set the container on the coffee table and headed straight upstairs.

He truly was exhausted.

In the bathroom, he tried to let the hot shower wash away the irritation lodged deep in his bones. Instead, an unfamiliar restlessness quietly began to creep in.

At first, he thought the water was simply too hot.

But when he stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, the heat hadn’t subsided. It only intensified.

Ethan frowned, shaking his still–damp hair as he tried to clear his head.

Just then, there was a soft knock at the door.

“Who is it?” he asked hoarsely.

No answer came, only the faint sound of the handle turning.

The door wasn’t locked. It opened slightly, and Hannah appeared in the doorway.

She was wearing a black silk slip dress. The thin fabric clung to her body, outlining every curve. Under the light, her exposed skin gleamed pale and dazzling.

Ethan’s breathing grew heavy in an instant.

Alarms blared in his mind. Reason told him he should throw her out immediately.

But the fire ignited by the drug inside him exploded the moment he took in the vivid sight before him.

Hannah saw the redness at the corners of his eyes and knew the effects had fully taken hold.

Delight surged through her. She walked toward him slowly, giving him no chance to refuse, going straight to the point.

Her soft arms wrapped around his burning neck. She rose onto her toes and pressed her cool red lips against his.

“Ethan.” Her voice was sweet and sultry. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Ethan’s body stiffened violently.

At first, he resisted. His hand clamped onto her shoulder, trying to push her away.

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But Hannah chung to him like a vine, tightening her hol

In the end, his body betrayed his reason.

Ethan turned the tables, his movements rough and urgent.

Hannah was kissed until she was nearly out of breath, yet wild joy surged in her heart.

The next moment, Ethan scooped her up and carried her toward the bed.

Hannah looped her arms around his neck, a look of certainty spreading across her face.

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But just as Ethan was about to toss her onto the bed, his gaze swept unintentionally across the nightstand.

There was a photo frame on the nightstand.

It held their wedding picture.

Amelia was wearing a white wedding gown, her smile bright and radiant.

There was no shadow in her eyes. They shimmered like crushed starlight, filled entirely with the man beside her in the black suit.

Ethan felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. He snapped back to clarity.

He was holding Hannah in his arms.

A crushing wave of self–disgust surged through him.

With a beastlike growl, he flung his arm hard.

“Get out!”

Hannah’s smile hadn’t yet fully faded when she was hurled away, slamming heavily onto the floor covered by thick wool carpeting.

The carpet softened the fall, but the sudden impact and the shock of humiliation still made her cry out.

She lay sprawled on the floor, staring up at the man by the bed in disbelief.

Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead.

The look he gave her held no trace of desire. Only undisguised revulsion.

Then he turned and stormed into the bathroom.

Moments later, the sound of running water filled the room.

Hannah struggled to her feet. The silk slip was rumpled from the scuffle, revealing far too much skin, now stripped of any elegance and reduced to something cruelly mocking.

Clutching her aching shoulder, a sense of dread rose in her chest.

Her plan hadn’t only failed. It had pushed Ethan completely to the opposite side.

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Sure enough, not long after, the doorbell of the villa rai

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A maid hurried to answer it. Soon, the Rowe family’s physician came upstairs at a brisk pace, medical bag in hand, his expression grave.

Clearly summoned by Ethan, the doctor knocked on the bathroom door with practiced familiarity.

“Mr. Rowe, it’s me.”

The sound of water stopped.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

Ethan stepped out, his clothes soaked through. His eyes were far clearer than before, though the redness at their corners had yet to fully fade.

The doctor asked no questions. He opened the medical bag at once and deftly drew up a syringe of sedative.

As the cold liquid entered his veins, the tormenting fire inside him was gradually suppressed.

The confusion in Ethan’s eyes receded, replaced by a sharp, icy clarity.

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