No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 68

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 68: Six Years of Silence**

Brad rose from his chair, a quiet determination in his stride as he made his way to the door. Just before stepping out, he paused, casting a glance back at Amelia that seemed to convey a silent wish for her well-being, a fleeting moment of connection that lingered in the air. With a gentle push, he closed the heavy door behind him, the sound echoing in the now-empty office.

The silence that enveloped the room was almost palpable, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within Amelia. She exhaled deeply, a long breath that felt as if it carried away some of the tension that had built up inside her.

Now, in the solitude of the office perched high above the bustling city, she allowed herself to truly absorb her surroundings. The decor was a sophisticated interplay of black, white, and gray, characterized by clean lines and an open layout that exuded an aura of calm and restraint. It was a space that felt both foreign and oddly familiar, like a memory just out of reach.

With a slight tremor, Amelia retrieved her phone from her bag, the screen illuminating her face and revealing the myriad emotions etched across it. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing down the rebellious strands that had escaped their confines, and pressed her lips together, checking for any signs of lipstick smudging.

What was she even hoping for? A part of her feared that whatever flicker of hope she had would be extinguished before it could truly ignite.

Yet, the seconds dragged on, each tick of the clock echoing louder than the last, marking the passage of time as she sat in anticipation. She waited, and waited, but the office door remained stubbornly closed, as if mocking her hopes.

Gradually, the light in Amelia’s eyes began to fade, replaced by a creeping sense of disappointment. She let her gaze drop, her fingers curling into tight fists as a self-deprecating smile danced on her lips.

What was she thinking?

Why would he have any desire to see her?

Perhaps he had simply chosen to extend a hand to her out of some sense of obligation, but that didn’t necessitate a face-to-face meeting.

Maybe he was right in the next room, observing her through hidden cameras, watching her sit there like a hopeful fool, her optimism slowly morphing into despair.

Enough of this waiting, Amelia.

She chastised herself, pushing aside the bitterness that threatened to bubble up within her. Standing up, she smoothed her skirt down, preparing to leave and find Lily outside to share the news of this unexpectedly generous partnership proposal.

Wasn’t that enough?

She would secure the funds and carve out a new beginning for herself. This opportunity was more than she could have ever dreamed of.

As she walked towards the door, her head bowed and her eyes fixed on the polished floor, her thoughts were a chaotic storm of emotions.

Just as she was about to reach for the doorknob, she collided with something solid and warm, jolting her from her reverie.

A sharp throb pulsed through her forehead, but it was quickly overshadowed by a familiar scent that enveloped her senses, igniting a flood of memories.

For a brief moment, Amelia’s mind went blank, her heart seeming to stall as she looked up.

There, standing at the threshold, was a tall, imposing figure that blocked her path, casting a long shadow.

The light from the corridor framed him, creating a blurred yet striking silhouette that rendered his features almost unrecognizable in the dim light.

After six long years apart, he still bore that same cold, distinguished demeanor, clad in a flawlessly tailored black suit that radiated an intimidating presence, a silent warning to those around him.

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