No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491 Where’s My Cake?

Ethan slowly lowered the foot he’d already lifted to step forward.

He turned in silence, hollow and gutted, and walked back to his car.

Finished

It took a long time for Amelia to steady herself in Mason’s arms, her heart still hammering from the aftershocks of fear before it finally settled into something close to normal.

She pulled back slightly, lifted her still–reddened eyes, and walked him through what had happened in a quiet voice.

She deliberately glossed over the most terrifying moments, hitting only the key points, and by the end, there was even a trace of survivor’s relief woven into her words: “Good thing there was a traffic cop at that intersection and I screamed loud enough. Otherwise, I honestly don’t know what would’ve happened…”

She was trying to play it down, to put him at ease.

But the lighter Amelia made it sound, the tighter the knot in Mason’s chest became.

The fear kept hitting him in waves, long after the danger had passed.

How many life–or–death possibilities were hiding behind those few casual sentences?

What if that road had been just a little more remote? What if the light hadn’t turned red?

What if the roar of the engine had drowned out her cry for help?

If even one single piece of the chain had broken, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

And he might still be out there right now, tearing the city apart trying to find her.

His girl had protected herself with nothing but her own quick thinking and raw courage, and that filled him with pride so fierce it ached.

But tangled up in that pride was a guilt just as intense–a searing awareness that he had failed to keep her safe.

Mason raised his hand and brushed his thumb gently across her cool cheek, his voice rough from holding everything back. “I’m sorry, Amelia.”

He looked straight into her eyes, utterly serious. “This is on me. I should have thought of it. The Rowes are a powder keg right now. With Fiona gone, the number of people watching and scheming has only multiplied. I should’ve known someone might try to make a move on you. I got careless.”

The weight of his self–blame made Amelia’s heart ache.

She reached for his hand and held it, pressing her warm palm against his cold fingertips, and shook her head gently. “You’re not some all–knowing psychic. Nobody can predict everything. This was partly my own fault too. After my phone broke, I should’ve immediately borrowed someone else’s to call you instead

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Chapter 491 Where’s My Cake?

of trusting a complete stranger.”

She didn’t want him carrying all the guilt and pressure alone.

Finished

Looking at his clenched jaw and the tenderness pooling in his eyes, something softened inside Amelia. A smile curved her lips, and she reached out on her own, lacing her fingers through his. “Okay, enough about all that. So… Mason, where’s my cake?”

The question came out of nowhere, and it cut through the dark cloud hanging over Mason like a blade of sunlight.

He looked at the playful glint sparkling in her eyes–the kind of unguarded sweetness that only surfaced once she knew she was safe, and only ever for him.

Mason’s eyes burned suddenly, and he nodded hard. “I got it. Every flavor you like.”

They shared a quiet smile, fingers intertwined, and walked out of the police station together.

The afternoon sun was warm and gentle, soaking into Amelia’s skin and chasing away the last traces of cold still lingering inside her.

But the moment they reached the bottom of the front steps, Ethan’s figure blocked their path.

He clearly hadn’t left. He’d been waiting outside the entire time.

The second he saw them come out, Ethan straightened and strode toward them.

His eyes were bloodshot, worry and anguish practically spilling out of him.

“What the hell happened?” he looked past Mason, his gaze locking onto Amelia.

Amelia was about to give him the short version when Mason moved first, pulling her behind him in a gesture so subtle it was almost invisible.

That small, protective shift made Ethan’s pupils contract sharply.

‘You want answers? Fine. Tomorrow at 10 a.m., meet me at my office.”

All the questions and protests swelling in Ethan’s chest collapsed into a single word. “Fine.”

He agreed.

Then, painfully, his eyes found their way back to Amelia.

“Amelia,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry.”

That apology landed heavier than any he’d ever spoken.

It felt like a boulder had been dropped onto Ethan’s chest, crushing him under a weight he couldn’t

breathe.

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