No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637 The Collector

“What?” Ethan’s voice went flat with surprise.

“This afternoon on Moonlight Avenue, I saw a woman driving a pink convertible. She looked exactly like Hannah.”

Amelia heard herself talking faster than usual, getting it all out. “I thought I’d made a mistake at the time. But how would she even have the money for a car like that?”

That was the part Mason couldn’t account for either. A woman who’d had every financial resource cut off and every movement watched, somehow slipping free, somehow turning up in one of the most expensive cities in the world with enough money to be conspicuous about it.

On the other end of the line, Ethan’s voice sharpened. “Understood. I’ll have someone confirm her location in Premond immediately. Are you with Mason? Don’t go anywhere alone.”

“Yes, we’re together.”

That seemed to settle something for him. He ended the call quickly, clearly moving on to whatever came

next.

The screen went dark. The room went quiet.

Amelia set the phone down slowly.

“How is this happening?” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “How is she everywhere?”

Mason dropped the towel and came around to the front of the couch, crouching down in front of her, taking both her hands in his. They’d gone cold.

“The real problem isn’t her,” he said, looking at her directly. “It’s Ethan. If he’d dealt with her decisively from the beginning, she wouldn’t have the opportunity to resurface like this.”

He was right. Ethan’s reluctance, whatever it came from, whether old feeling or old habit, had left a live wire in their lives. No one knew when it would go off.

That understanding didn’t make the cold feeling any easier to sit with.

She slept badly that night.

Outside, Premond was quiet and beautiful in the dark. Inside her dreams, Hannah’s profile kept appearing behind those oversized sunglasses, sharp and unhurried and knowing.

When Amelia woke the next morning, Mason was standing at the window, hand raised to draw the curtains. He saw her stir and let it drop.

“You’re up. How do you feel?”

She shook her head and pushed herself upright. Tired, mostly. She could tell from looking at him that he hadn’t slept much either.

Hannah’s presence had changed the texture of everything. The easy, romantic quality of the trip had a

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shadow over it now that neither of them could quite set aside.

Amelia didn’t push to go out. She settled into the suite’s study instead, spread her sketchbook and charcoal across the desk, and let herself work. Anxiety, it turned out, was not entirely useless. Whenever her mind was under pressure, something in her imagination ran faster to compensate.

Mason stayed in the sitting room just outside, on the phone almost without interruption. He kept his voice low, and he spoke in Farolian she couldn’t follow, but she didn’t need to understand the words. The tone told her enough. Short, precise, decisive.

He was coordinating with the Everett Group’s Premond office, quietly pulling people in, building a perimeter around the hotel.

She caught glimpses of him through the half-open door when she looked up. Standing at the floor-to- ceiling window, his back straight, his shadow stretched long across the carpet by the morning light.

Something about that silhouette made her breathe more evenly. As long as he was there, the ceiling would hold.

Time moved quietly, marked by her pencil and his voice.

Around midday, his personal phone rang. The shift in his tone was immediate, easier and less guarded than it had been all morning.

He spoke in Farolian for a few minutes, and there was even something close to a smile on his face before he hung up.

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