No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 61

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 61: Strangers**

“Um, it could be anything,” Brad replied, his tone still shrouded in ambiguity. “Ideally, the gown should be versatile enough to suit various occasions.”

Amelia fell into a contemplative silence, her mind racing with thoughts that refused to settle. A flicker of doubt danced in her mind—was Brad truly the client she needed to impress, or was he merely a messenger, sent to gauge her abilities?

As she wrestled with her suspicions, Brad, sensing the tension in the air, offered her a reassuring smile, attempting to ease the atmosphere.

“Ms. Harlow, here’s the situation,” he began, his voice taking on a more earnest tone. “I have to admit, I’m not exactly well-versed in this world. If I were to make decisions on my own, I might end up choosing something my wife wouldn’t appreciate. So, how about this…” He meticulously gathered the sketches, tucking them back into the folder with a deliberate care. “Let me take these home. I’ll let my wife have a look and choose what she likes best. Once she’s made her decision, I’ll reach out to you. We can discuss the next steps then. Does that sound good?”

Amelia was still brimming with questions, but she maintained a soft smile, recognizing the wisdom in his approach. “Of course. That seems like the safest course of action.”

With a practiced motion, she closed the folder and handed it over to him, feeling a mix of curiosity and relief.

Brad accepted it with a gentle grip, as if handling something precious.

Then, standing up, he reached for a beautifully wrapped gift box positioned on the side table. He extended it toward Amelia, a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.

“Ms. Harlow, this is just a small token for our first meeting. I hope you don’t mind. It’s also a little thank-you for the effort you’ll be putting into the gown.”

Amelia blinked in surprise but accepted the gift with grace. “Mr. Whitmore, that’s incredibly thoughtful of you. Please rest assured, I pour my heart into every piece I create.”

Once their business was concluded, Brad bid her goodbye, clearly reluctant to intrude further on her tea time.

Amelia escorted him to the door of the private room, her eyes trailing after his tall, composed figure as he made his way down the hallway. The air felt thick with mystery, and her mind buzzed with unanswered questions.

This client was undeniably enigmatic.

Back in her studio, Amelia placed the elegantly wrapped gift box onto her desk, her mind already shifting gears as she dove back into work.

Lily had sent over the essential details from the new company, and Amelia needed to thoroughly review the file and start sketching designs without delay.

It wasn’t until evening fell and her stomach began to growl in protest that she finally paused. Her gaze landed on the gift box she had forgotten about during her creative whirlwind.

The box, adorned with a delicate pale blue satin ribbon, exuded quality.

With a sense of anticipation, she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Instantly, a wave of warm, nostalgic aromas enveloped her.

Inside lay twelve perfectly square cookies, golden and embossed with intricate patterns.

Amelia’s heart raced as her eyes widened.

They were peanut butter cookies—the renowned specialty of Sutcliffe Bakery, that beloved, century-old establishment in Harborville.

Her fingers trembled ever so slightly as she picked one up, taking a tentative bite.

The cookie was soft and indulgent, the flavor a comforting echo of her past.

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