No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 69

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom 69**
**Chapter 69: Pride Over Charity**

Mason had consistently avoided her gaze, refusing to acknowledge her presence.

Amelia, on the other hand, had no intention of remaining in the shadows. It wasn’t until she peeled back the layers of his facade that she finally took the initiative to confront him directly. Only then, at the very last moment, did he materialize before her, his demeanor as frosty as the winter wind, a stark reminder of the chasm that now lay between them.

With each passing second, Amelia felt her heart plunge deeper into despair.

In a flash of clarity, she realized the truth of the situation.

His assistance was likely born from a lingering sense of duty rather than genuine concern.

After all, she once shared a home with the Everetts, and it was probable that Mason didn’t want to witness someone tied to his family’s past grappling with such public humiliation. It would cast a shadow on their reputation, a stain they could hardly afford.

This so-called help had nothing to do with affection; it was merely a powerful man offering a meager handout to an acquaintance he deemed unfortunate.

It felt akin to spotting a forlorn stray cat on the street and tossing it a scrap of bread.

Once the act was done, he would turn away without a second thought, leaving the creature to its fate.

As this realization washed over her, a wave of profound humiliation surged through Amelia, enveloping her like a relentless tide.

While she was lost in her turbulent thoughts, Mason strode over and settled himself behind an imposing black desk, its surface gleaming under the harsh office lights.

He crossed his legs with a fluid grace that exuded both privilege and intimidation, a posture that made it clear he was firmly in control.

“Well?” he inquired, his tone dismissive, as if addressing an underling. “You went to all this trouble to see me. What is it?”

He was acutely aware of her reasons for wanting to meet him, yet he feigned ignorance, insisting on asking anyway.

In that moment, Amelia felt stripped bare, like a jester exposed before a crowd, her awkwardness and embarrassment laid bare under his indifferent scrutiny.

Accepting this partnership would mean conceding her own failures, acknowledging that she could only survive by relying on his misplaced pity.

Then what was the purpose of her insistence on divorcing Ethan and severing ties with the Harlows?

Was she merely creating unnecessary trouble for herself?

With a slow, deliberate movement, Amelia straightened her spine, summoning her resolve.

“Thank you, Mr. Everett, for all your assistance during this time,” she began, her voice steady yet tinged with an underlying tremor.

“Both the house and the partnership offer.”

She paused, fixing her gaze on him, though her focus wavered as uncertainty crept in.

“However, the terms of the partnership you’ve proposed are so generous that I feel… I can’t accept them. I apologize for troubling you, Mr. Everett.”

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