No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 65

**Chapter 65: The Bluebell Connection**

Amelia found herself wishing desperately for a way to silence the incessant chatter in her mind. The weight of her thoughts pressed heavily on her, swirling around like a tempest, making it hard to focus on anything but the growing anxiety in her chest.

“Dads,” she muttered under her breath, the word a bitter reminder of her tangled emotions.

“It’s getting late. Let me drive you home,” Lily offered, her voice cutting through Amelia’s spiraling thoughts like a lifeline. She reached for the empty beer cans littered around them, her movements brisk and purposeful as she prepared to toss them into a nearby trash bin.

With a slow nod, Amelia pushed herself up from the bench, her legs wobbling slightly beneath her. The chill of the evening air sent a shiver down her spine, but she welcomed it as a distraction from her inner turmoil.

Just as they were about to leave the secluded riverside, a figure emerged at the far end of the tree-lined path, swaying unsteadily. The flickering light from the distant streetlamps cast eerie shadows, obscuring the man’s features. However, it was clear he was tall, with disheveled shoulder-length hair that obscured much of his face, and he staggered as he walked, clearly intoxicated.

A sense of unease washed over Amelia, tightening her stomach. The tranquility of the late-night riverside, now disturbed by the presence of a drunken stranger, sent alarm bells ringing in her mind.

Instinctively, she grasped Lily’s arm, her heart racing as the man drew closer. When he was within about thirty feet, she couldn’t help herself; her voice rang out, sharp and commanding, “What do you want? Stay back!”

The man stumbled at the sound of her voice, his steps faltering as he nearly lost his balance. He steadied himself against a nearby tree, lifting his head to peer at them through the tangled mess of his hair. His words slurred together as he attempted to reassure them, “Don’t… don’t be scared, ladies. I just got back from studying abroad. My phone died, and I just wanted to ask for directions…”

Though his words seemed harmless, the way he swayed and struggled to maintain his composure painted a different picture. He appeared anything but innocent, and Amelia felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

Lily’s expression turned icy, her protective instincts kicking in. With a swift motion, she pulled Amelia behind her, shielding her friend from the potential threat.

“This isn’t the place to ask for directions. Take one more step, and I won’t play nice,” she warned, her voice low but firm, carrying an unmistakable edge.

The man seemed taken aback, scratching his head in confusion, which only made him look more disheveled and unkempt.

“Why are… I’m not gonna eat you or anything…” he mumbled, a crooked grin spreading across his face, as if trying to lighten the mood.

“Ha,” Lily scoffed, a cold laugh escaping her lips. The hostility simmering in her eyes only intensified, a clear signal that she would not tolerate any nonsense.

Suddenly, the man’s demeanor shifted; his expression twisted into a frown as he contorted his body uncomfortably. To their horror, he reached inside his loose T-shirt and began scratching vigorously at his chest and stomach.

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