No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632 His Kind of Premond

Mason came back inside not long after.

“Did you reach him?” Amelia was already moving toward him.

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“Yeah.” He set his phone down, but his tone carried a note of regret. “Bad timing, though. He’s out of the country on business and won’t be back in Premond until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.”

The light in Amelia’s eyes dimmed. But she steadied herself quickly.

She was clear–headed enough to know that this kind of thing couldn’t be rushed.

“It’s fine.” She smiled, reassuring both of them. “We still have a few days before the preliminary sketches are due. Tomorrow’s tomorrow. No need to panic.”

Mason watched her go from deflated to composed in the span of a breath, and leaned toward her, closing the distance between them.

“Since we won’t hear anything until tomorrow, Ms. Harlow, would you like to go out with me today?”

The fog over Premond hadn’t cleared. If anything, it had given the streets a kind of closeness, something private and quietly romantic.

Amelia looked at his face, near enough that she couldn’t look away, and the refusal she’d been about to give simply wouldn’t come out.

On a morning like this, in a foreign city wrapped in fog, turning down an invitation from a man like him felt like a deeply unromantic thing to do. ===

“Since you’re asking so sincerely,” she said, letting a small, prim smile play on her face, “I suppose I’ll reluctantly accept Mr. Everett’s invitation.”

He was amused. He reached out and gave her cheek a light pinch, his eyes warm and indulgent. “Brat.”

“I’m going to wash up!”

Laughing, she dodged his hand and made her way quickly to the bathroom before he could try anything else.

Half an hour later, they were both ready.

The fog had draped itself over Premond like a veil. The car moved smoothly along damp streets. Amelia had half expected Mason to take her somewhere the tourists flocked to, somewhere like the lofee Tower fading in and out of the mist.

But the car left the main roads behind and turned into a quiet, old street. On either side stood classic Haussmann–style buildings, their pale cream walls glowing softly in the fog. The car came to a stop in front of a pair of enormous iron gates covered in elaborate carvings.

Amelia looked through the window. Beyond the gates lay a wide open courtyard and a building that wore its age visibly. There were no tourists here, no noise. Just a few young faces drifting past with bags on their shoulders, full of the kind of easy energy that belongs to people who have nowhere urgent to be.

“This is…” Amelia looked puzzled.

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Chapter 632 His Kind of Premond

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Mason unclipped his seatbelt and turned to her, something in his expression she couldn’t quite read. “My

alma mater.”

She went still. She hadn’t expected that. Of all the places in Premond, he’d brought her to his university.

They walked through the old campus side by side and drew more than a few passing glances. In a space filled almost entirely with Eropalian faces, two Amitians with a presence that drew attention anywhere stood out clearly.

The buildings around them were soft in the foggy light, their walls thick with ivy still beaded from the moisture, making everything feel more hushed than usual. Mason reached over and took her hand, her fingers cool against his palm, and walked her through the central courtyard, stopping in front of a building that carried itself with particular solemnity.

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Above the entrance, a line of Farolian was carved into the stone lintel. Below it hung a bronze–colored plaque that read: Hall of Distinction.

“Inside, there are profiles of every notable alumnus since the school was founded.” Mason’s voice was low, as though he didn’t want to disturb the quiet.

Amelia looked up at the building, then turned to him, her eyes bright with curiosity and something deliberately playful. “So, is there an entry in there for you, Mr. Everett?”

He answered her question with one of his own. “Why don’t you go in and find out?”

Amelia immediately took his hand in both of hers and pulled him up the steps with her, pushing open the heavy wooden door.

The Hall of Distinction was dim inside, the ceiling vaulted high overhead, giving the space a gravity that felt almost cathedral–like. The walls were lined with portraits in fine frames and metal plaques engraved with biographical details, arranged in order from the oldest to the most recent.

Amelia walked slowly past the yellowed black–and–white photographs and the old painted portraits, past name after name that had left its mark across every field imaginable.

And finally, on the wall closest to the present day, she found the name she was looking for.

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