No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 43

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 43: She Lost Control**

Right now, Amelia was engulfed by a fierce, seething anger that surged within her, a fire ignited by the feeling of being trapped, cornered like an animal with nowhere to escape. Each breath she took was heavy with the weight of her emotions, and she felt as if she were about to explode.

In a moment of instinct, she grabbed the nearest object—she couldn’t even recall what it was—only that it was the only means she had to release the pent-up anguish that threatened to consume her.

“Mr. Everett!” Edward Ortiz, seated in the front, caught sight of the chaos unfolding in the back through the rearview mirror. His eyes widened in shock, and a gasp escaped his lips. He had never witnessed anyone act so recklessly towards Mason, especially not with such overt, violent intent.

“Driver, pull over!” Edward barked urgently, fumbling to unbuckle his seatbelt as he twisted in his seat, desperate to intervene and pull Amelia away from Mason. “Ms. Harlow… she’s lost control. I’ll—”

“Drive.”

The calm authority in Mason’s voice cut through the tension in the car like a knife, halting Andy Foster’s movements instantly. The atmosphere inside the vehicle turned electric, thick with unspoken fears and unyielding resolve.

Mason remained unperturbed, his expression stoic, as though the deep, jagged wound on his arm—skin torn and bleeding—was merely an afterthought. He directed his gaze down at the woman clinging to him, her eyes wide with panic, baring her teeth in a primal instinct to protect herself. A tempest swirled in his dark, inscrutable eyes, a storm that no one else could ever hope to comprehend.

“Go to the hospital. Keep driving as usual,” Mason repeated, his voice steady, a stark contrast to the turmoil around them.

With his other hand, he gently placed it on her trembling back, a silent gesture of comfort amidst the chaos.

Finally, the car rolled to a stop at the emergency entrance of the hospital.

Amelia allowed her jaw to slacken, her body succumbing to exhaustion. She slumped back against the seat, her consciousness slipping away into the depths of a deep, dark coma once more.

Mason’s gaze fell upon the gruesome bite on his arm, a wound that seemed to penetrate nearly to the bone, and his expression darkened further. He wrapped her in the coat he had earlier draped over her, his movements brisk and purposeful as he carried her toward the emergency room.

When the doctor caught sight of Amelia’s flushed, fevered face and her dazed state, he immediately recognized the gravity of the situation. Swiftly, they wheeled her toward the treatment room, urgency guiding their every action.

Amid the chaos, Edward hurried to catch up with Mason. His eyes widened at the sight of the gruesome wound on Mason’s arm, worry etched across his features. “Mr. Everett, your arm… I’ll get the doctor to treat it right away. You’ll need a tetanus shot.”

Mason lowered his head, his gaze lingering on the blood-soaked remnants of his shirt for just a moment. Then, in a calm, almost detached voice, he replied, “No need.”

With that, he turned away, stepping into the enveloping darkness outside the emergency hall as if he were ready to disappear into the night.

“Mr. Everett, Ms. Harlow—”

“Stay here. Find a reliable nurse to watch her around the clock. Wait until she wakes up, and make sure she’s safe.” Mason’s voice was unwavering, a steady anchor in the storm of uncertainty.

Andy hesitated, glancing back at Amelia’s unconscious form before finally asking, “So… should we keep it from Ms. Harlow that you were the one who saved her?”

Mason halted, his back to the brightly illuminated hospital, his tall figure silhouetted against the night sky, an imposing presence that seemed oddly out of place.

Amelia opened her mouth to respond, but her voice emerged rough and hoarse. “I… how did I end up here?”

“You had alcohol poisoning. Someone brought you to the hospital, and we just finished pumping your stomach,” the doctor explained, his tone matter-of-fact as he jotted down details. “Fortunately, they got you here in time, or it could have been much more serious.”

Brought here by someone…

Amelia’s heart plummeted. Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she managed to ask, “Doctor, who brought me here?”

The doctor paused, his pen hovering mid-sentence, and he looked up, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

After a moment of contemplation, he replied uncertainly, “The emergency staff mentioned that it seemed like… someone from the Noven Hotel found you passed out and helped bring you here.”

Hotel staff?

Amelia couldn’t help but let out a bitter, silent laugh in her mind.

She lowered her gaze, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her as she whispered, “Thank you.”

As the door clicked shut behind the doctor, silence enveloped the room once more. But sleep eluded Amelia; she lay there, wide awake, grappling with the reality of her situation.