No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702 Demi’s Old Place

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The group transferred into the vehicle Faye had arranged and headed west out of the city center.

The scenery outside the windows shifted gradually, the towers and glass giving way to older, lower buildings, the roads narrowing as the distance from the downtown core grew.

Eventually the car turned into a residential development that had clearly seen better decades.

The area had once been among Eldoria’s most prestigious neighborhoods, but as the city’s center of gravity moved elsewhere, this stretch of streets had been quietly left behind, settling into a faded, overgrown stillness.

Wild vines had consumed the mottled walls along the road. The air carried the scent of overgrown plants and age.

Faye directed the driver with the familiarity of someone who had been here many times before, guiding him to the deepest part of the development, where the car came to a stop in front of a villa that felt particularly remote from everything else.

She produced a key, opened the heavy iron gate, and turned back to Amelia with a smile. “This is it.”

Amelia followed her and Hannah through the gate,

The courtyard showed a scattering of fallen leaves, but it was apparent someone had been keeping it in reasonable order.

The main door opened onto a rush of sealed, long-undisturbed air.

Inside, the furniture was draped in white cloth covers, everything arranged with care, but the emptiness and silence made it very clear that no one had actually lived here in a long time.

The bodyguards behind Amelia quietly scanned the space, their eyes moving through every corner of the room in quiet, methodical sweeps.

Faye stood in the center of the living room, her expression at noticeable odds with the stillness around

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her.

She turned first to Hannah. “You can wait down here in the sitting room. This house has been standing a while. Best not to wander.”

Hannah gave a reluctant acknowledgment, shot Amelia a sidelong look that carried no warmth whatsoever, and settled onto a corner couch, phone in hand, the picture of casual disinterest, though her peripheral attention never left Amelia for a moment.

Faye turned to Amelia. “Ms. Harlow, Demi’s belongings are all stored in the attic on the top floor. It’s tucked away, which makes it good for preservation. Let me bring you up.”

Amelia noticed something in Faye’s expression, a quality that was framed as consideration but moved with just a bit too much urgency underneath it. The uneasy feeling she’d had since morning only grew stronge

She gave nothing away. “Of course. Thank you, Ms. Foursquare.

Chapter 702-Demi’s Old Place

She started to step forward, and both bodyguards moved automatically to follow,

Faye’s hand came up to stop them, the smile on her face tightening slightly at the edges. “The attic is quite small, barely room to turn around in. There are quite a few things stored up there as well. It really only accommodates one person comfortably. I’ll take Ms. Harlow up myself. It’s quite safe. You gentlemen would be much better posted down here

Amelia considered it briefly.

Faye wasn’t wrong about attic spaces.

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And she had no interest in putting Mason’s security detail in a position where they might create friction in these circumstances.

She turned and gave the two bodyguards a small, quiet shake of her head, then tilted her chin toward Hannah on the couch and said under her breath, “Stay here.”

The bodyguards understood and acknowledged without ceremony, positioning themselves at the junction between the sitting room and the staircase, their attention fixed steadily on Hannah.

Something satisfied moved through Faye’s eyes for just a moment before the warm, easy expression returned. She led the way up the wooden staircase, which announced each step with a low groan, and Amelia followed close behind.

The staircase wound upward, and the light thinned with each landing.

They passed several closed bedroom doors before Faye stopped in front of a small wooden door, barely half the height of a standard door, at the far end of a dim corridor.

The door looked as old as the house, its paint worn away to bare wood in places, set back in the shadow at the hallway’s end in a way that made it easy to miss if you weren’t looking for it.

“Here we are,” Faye said quietly.

She sorted through the keys she was carrying and found a small brass one, fitted it into the lock, and gave it a careful turn. The door opened on a long, soft creak.

Amelia looked in and found exactly what Faye had described. The space was extremely small, barely sixty square feet, the sloping ceiling overhead making it feel even more compressed than the square footage suggested.

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