No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 691

No Sex for–8 Years Because of Her? I’m Done!

Chapter 691 Not Yet

She knew, though, that the timing could not have been worse.

Nothing about their lives was stable right now.

A child, in her mind, deserved to arrive into something warm and settled, not into the middle of all this turbulence.

Amelia was thorough by nature. She didn’t allow herself to spiral without evidence.

She opened her laptop and searched for early pregnancy symptoms, reading through the list carefully and measuring each one against what she’d been feeling lately.

The list of symptoms glowed on the screen in front of her.

She compared them honestly against her recent experience, and beyond the occasional fatigue and today’s sudden wave of nausea, she couldn’t find many that matched with any real certainty.

Between the upheaval at the Everett Group and the demands of the fashion show, her stress levels had been through the roof for week

Her cycle had been irregular as a result, and she’d looking any deeper.

ways attributed any delays to exactly that, never

“Maybe I’m just exhausted,” she told herself quietly, but the unease sitting at the back of her mind refused to settle.

Her rational side told her not to jum

to

something that lived in the instinct rath Co. ions. But something else, quieter and harder to name.

She decided she would

Whatever the answer

than the mind, kept pulling her attention back.

Schedule a thorough appointment at the clinic over the weekend.

to be, she needed one. She couldn’t relax without knowing for sure.

her thoughts turned in slow circles.

When the last light of the evening came filtering through the windows in a warm, amifer Tim’s meeting finally ended.

pour, Mason and

“Amelia. Ready?” The low, familiar voice came from the doorway and cut neatly through her thoughts.

Amelia looked up and found Mason’s gaze already on her.

She realized only then that the office had emptied at some point without her noticing. It was just the two of them.

“Give me just a minute,” she said, gesturing at the papers still spread across her desk. “I need to pack up.

Mason nodded, his expression easy. “Take your time.”

He settled onto the couch nearby, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest out of habit, his gaze resting

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The question came out before she’d fully decided to wake Mwen to the cent

The moment the words left her mout

somehow, to find a gentler angle but the question had simply come w

Mason had been leaning comfortably against the couch cabe

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“Amelia” He sat upright in one sharp motion, his eyes going w

His voice came out barely controlled. “Are you are you preg

Amelia startled at the intensity of his reaction and immediately underwood exactly how her que

have sounded.

She was about to explain, to say she was only asking out of curry, thu he didn’t actually know any yet, when a familiar, dull ache moved through her lower divanen.

She went still. Her expression shifted into something she couldn’t quite put words to.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, and turned toward the private restroom attached to her office to explain further.

“Amelia“” Mason was on his feet the moment she moved, watching her face and reading something in it that made his heart climb straight to his throat.

Every instinct he had told him to follow her, but he stopped himself, afraid that doing so would only make things harder for her.

He stayed where he was, frozen with a restless anxiety he didn’t know what to do with

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