No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595 Too Close for Comfort

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Dinner went on in a strange, tense silence. Everyone had their own thoughts.

Even though Mason had talked back to her, Wilda didn’t give up. After a short pause, she turned her attention to Amelia again.

She set down her fork and looked straight at her. Her tone sounded kind, but her words were not. “Amelia, I heard Mason say your company is making money now. That’s good. But our family doesn’t need that little money. Since you’re with Mason now, why don’t you quit your job and stay home to take care of him?”

Before she could finish, Mason cut her off without hesitation.

“Who said we don’t need it?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “If you think we don’t need money, then fine. Give Amelia 300 million dollars a year. I’ll consider letting her quit and become a homemaker. How about that?”

Three hundred million.

Every year.

Wilda’s face turned pale with anger. She pointed at him, her voice sharp. “Why do you argue with me every time I speak? Do you even respect me as your grandmother?”

Mason didn’t react. He calmly picked up his fork again and placed a piece of shrimp–Amelia’s favorite— onto her plate. “That’s just how I am,” he said lightly. “You’ve known that for years.”

He paused, then added, “If staying here makes you uncomfortable, I’m sure someone can arrange a place where you’ll feel better.”

Amelia listened to their back–and–forth. She felt touched, but also a little helpless.

She knew Mason was standing up for her.

Still, under the table, she gently pinched his thigh, telling him to stop pushing Wilda so hard.

Mason felt it. He glanced down, then looked at her face for a moment.

Leaning closer, he whispered in her ear, “Heartless. Who do you think I’m doing this for?”

After dinner, the maid quietly cleared the table. In the living room, Wilda turned to Mason again. Her tone was softer now. “Mason, dinner’s over. You still haven’t told me, where are Phoebe and I staying tonight?”

“The rooms are ready,” Mason said. “You and Ms. Jewell each have one. Second floor, west wing.”

He didn’t walk them there. He just pointed in the direction and signaled the butler to lead the way.

His careless attitude made both Wilda and Phoebe feel uneasy again.

Wilda glanced at Amelia. “Where is Amelia staying?”

Amelia gave a polite smile. I’m on the third floor. The room facing the sunrise.

A flicker of light passed through Wilda’s eyes.

Third floor? That meant the same floor as Mason.

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An idea formed instantly. She turned to Amelia with what she thought was a warm smile. “Oh? The third floor. Then I’ll take the room next to yours. That way I can keep you company. A young woman staying alone upstairs at night–I wouldn’t feel at ease.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow slightly. Her expression grew subtle.

Of course she understood what Wilda was really after. This wasn’t about taking care of her. It was about watching her and getting in her way.

Before she could speak, Wilda seemed to catch her hesitation. Her tone sharpened at once. “What? You don’t want that?”

It was the kind of question that left no room to refuse. If Amelia said no, she would look rude and ungrateful, like she had no respect for her elders.

A flicker of irritation rose in Amelia’s chest, but she kept it under control. She had always been calm, and she didn’t want to argue with an older woman in front of everyone.

She shook her head lightly. “No. Whatever makes you happy is fine with me. I’m okay with it.”

The moment she said that, Wilda thought she had won.

A satisfied smile curled on her lips. She glanced at Phoebe, her eyes full of pride and meaning.

Phoebe understood right away.

Wilda’s plan was simple. By staying next door to Amelia, she could step in at any time and stop Mason and Amelia from getting close.

She could keep Amelia away from Mason and gave Phoebe more chances.

The butler led Wilda and Phoebe upstairs to settle in. Soon, only Mason and Amelia were left in the living

room.

Mason watched his grandmother’s proud figure disappear up the stairs. Only then did he let out a quiet sigh. He turned to Amelia, his eyes full of apology. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Amelia gently gripped his hand. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “Now that they’re here, we have to face them anyway. It’s better to keep them where we can see them than let them cause trouble behind our backs. At least this way, we can figure out what they’re really planning.”

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