No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 59

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 59: Perfect Timing**

The secretary had been by Mason’s side for many years, enough to understand the nuances of his demeanor. Though Mason presented a façade of tranquility, his inner turmoil was palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“Mr. Everett,” the secretary ventured softly, a hint of curiosity lacing his tone, “would you like me to cancel all your appointments for tomorrow?”

He was not privy to the specifics of the messages exchanged between Mason and Amelia, but his finely tuned instincts, honed over countless interactions, led him to suspect they were preparing for a meeting.

Mason drummed his long fingers lightly against his knee, a rhythmic motion that belied the intensity of his thoughts.

After a moment’s contemplation, he responded in a measured tone, “Yes, cancel them.”

The secretary’s face lit up with enthusiasm, a flicker of hope igniting within him.

He opened his mouth, ready to inquire whether Mason intended to meet Amelia himself, but before he could utter a word, Mason continued, “And also, inform Brad to clear his schedule for tomorrow. He’ll be meeting someone on my behalf.”

“What?” The secretary’s heart raced, and he froze momentarily. Brad Whitmore, Mason’s butler, was known for his unwavering loyalty and discretion, but this sudden change left him puzzled.

Uncertain of Mason’s intentions, he suppressed his curiosity and simply sighed, replying with utmost respect, “Of course, Mr. Everett.”

Mason offered no further words, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned back in his chair, an illusion of restfulness. Yet, the subtle furrow in his brow and the taut line of his lips betrayed his true feelings.

Deep down, he wrestled with the belief that perhaps this was not the ideal moment to confront Amelia.

Meanwhile, Amelia arrived at her studio, the familiar surroundings offering her a sense of solace.

A gentle night breeze danced through the yard, weaving its way past the delicate bluebells, their soft fragrance lingering in the air like a whisper of hope.

Amelia paused at the entrance of her quaint garden, taking a moment to inhale the tranquility.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Lily’s name.

As soon as she answered, Lily’s exuberant voice erupted through the receiver, brimming with excitement.

“Amelia, where are you right now? I just landed a major sponsor—someone who will make Ethan green with envy!”

Amelia fell silent, her mind racing as she processed the information. Slowly, she nodded to herself, the pieces falling into place. It made sense.

High stakes often accompanied high rewards.

For established designers, such a deal might seem excessively restrictive and fraught with risk.

But for her, in this moment, it felt like the perfect opportunity.

Ten million dollars was an irresistible lure.

With that sum, combined with her own savings, she would be significantly closer to the thirty million dollars needed to liberate herself from the Harlows.

“Alright,” Amelia said, taking a deep breath as determination settled within her. “I’ll take it. Please help me arrange a meeting.”

“I knew you’d say yes!” Lily’s joy radiated through the phone, even more vibrant than before. “No problem! I’ll text them right away. Use the next few days to prepare your ideas. This time, we’re going to hit it big!”

After the call ended, Amelia stood amidst the cool, flower-scented night, the weight of loneliness that once enveloped her dissipating as if it had never existed at all.