No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 76

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 76: The Gowns She Kept**

A fleeting thought darted through Amelia’s mind, causing her heart to leap in her chest.

The embarrassment from nearly choking on her drink quickly morphed into a deeper blush that crept across her cheeks.

The mere idea of the scene Lily had painted with her words was enough to make Amelia wish she could vanish into thin air.

“Lily, please! Don’t let your imagination run away with you!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of urgency and embarrassment. “I… I’ve always thought of him as a brother!”

While these words might have provided a temporary shield for her flustered heart, they were no match for Lily’s perceptive nature.

A soft chuckle escaped Lily’s lips, but she wisely chose not to delve any deeper, gracefully offering Amelia an escape. “Alright, alright! My apologies for making it sound like something out of a romance novel. I’ll take care of the contract now and let you know the moment it’s ready.”

Once the call ended, Amelia found it impossible to maintain the calm facade she had been trying to uphold.

She set her glass down, her mind swirling in a chaotic storm of thoughts.

So, it really had been him that night.

In her most vulnerable and chaotic moment, he had been the one to pull her away from the turmoil that surrounded her.

But why hadn’t he said a single word about it since then?

Before she could spiral deeper into her thoughts, Amanda’s cheerful voice broke through the haze.

“Amelia, I’m here!”

“Mm.” Amelia quickly pulled herself back from the brink of her chaotic musings. She gestured toward the small storage room tucked away in the corner. “Amanda, perfect timing! Can you give me a hand? Let’s clear out that storage room.”

She needed something—anything—to occupy her mind and push aside the swirling emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

Together, they began to pull out gowns that had long been hidden away, dust gathering on their covers.

Each piece represented a fragment of her creativity, garments born from her inspiration and passion, yet for various reasons, they had never found their way to a buyer.

As Amelia gazed upon these beautiful creations, a complex wave of emotions washed over her.

“I probably won’t need these anymore,” she mused aloud. “I might as well sell them off early, get some cash, and give the studio a bit more breathing room.”

Making money had become her singular focus.

After all, in today’s world, it was a rare find to see someone like Amelia who could wear formal gowns with such effortless grace.

At Amelia’s insistence, Amanda posted the photos of the modeled gowns on the platform, ensuring her face remained hidden.

To their surprise, within just thirty minutes, they received an inquiry from a local buyer.

Amelia motioned for Amanda to take the lead in the communication.

Amanda provided a basic description of the gown’s details. The buyer seemed straightforward, expressing immediate interest in purchasing it.

However, given the price wasn’t particularly low and the transaction was through a resale platform, they requested to inspect the gown in person before committing to the purchase.

Amanda relayed this information to Amelia, who pondered for a moment. “We don’t have anything else planned for today. Just take the gown and meet them. Be careful. And for every piece we sell that’s posted on the platform, I’ll give you a commission.”

“Thank you, Amelia!” Amanda replied with a bright smile, her enthusiasm infectious.

The customer had chosen a light blue gown, fully embroidered with lush peonies.

The fabric was an exquisite brocade, shimmering with a cloud-like luster under the light, and the peonies were embroidered with such skill that they appeared almost lifelike.