No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 87

**Chapter 87: The Arrangement She Can’t Escape**

Hannah dashed towards Amelia, her heart racing as she reached out to grasp her hand. The moment she opened her mouth to speak, tears began to cascade down her cheeks. “Ms. Harlow, I’m so incredibly sorry! I had no idea you felt so deeply about these things. I can’t believe you were so upset that you went and burned everything in the room.”

Amelia stood there, her expression inscrutable, watching Hannah’s emotional display unfold before her. She didn’t utter a word, nor did she even blink. It was as if time had frozen, and Hannah’s frantic apologies echoed in the silence. Finally, when Hannah’s voice trailed off, Amelia’s lips curled into a slow, enigmatic smile—sharp and difficult to interpret.

“So, you do possess a kind heart after all,” Amelia remarked, her tone laced with an unsettling calmness as she gently withdrew her hand from Hannah’s grasp. “How about this? Tomorrow, I’ll occupy your room for an entire day. I’ll ensure it carries my scent, my essence. And then, I’ll offer you the opportunity to show your kindness once more by donating everything you used. What do you think of that?”

Hannah stood frozen in place. She bit her lip, feeling the pressure of her emotions swell within her, but no words came forth.

“Or,” Amelia continued softly, her voice almost a whisper, “do you truly find it revolting when someone encroaches upon your personal space in your absence, leaving their mark behind?”

Those words weren’t merely directed at Hannah; they were a pointed jab at Ethan as well.

The truth behind this chaotic situation lay not in Hannah’s provocation but rather in Ethan’s silent complicity and indulgence.

A sharp pang pierced Ethan’s chest as he met Amelia’s cold gaze.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he attempted to smooth over the tension, as he often did. “Alright, that’s enough of this. It’s not a catastrophe. Why should we argue? So what if some belongings were burned? Amelia, please don’t be upset. I’ll replace them for you later.”

Amelia’s smile widened, yet it failed to illuminate her eyes, which remained cold and distant.

“Oh? Then I suppose I should express my gratitude for your generosity,” she replied, her words dripping with sarcasm.

By the time dinner arrived, Grace had yet to leave the table.

The long dining table felt unusually frigid, as if the air had thickened with unspoken tension. Not a single person could muster the appetite to enjoy their meal.

In the midst of this stifling atmosphere, Grace set her fork down with a delicate clink, her demeanor shifting as she issued a new decree.

“Amelia, your room is off-limits for now. You will be staying in Ethan’s room tonight.”

Hannah gasped, the words tumbling out before she could catch herself. “That can’t happen!”

The sharpness of her voice startled even her. Realizing she had overstepped, she scrambled to amend her outburst. “I mean, since Ms. Harlow’s room can’t be used, Isla and I could take the guest room. It would be better for Ms. Harlow to stay in my room instead.”

“Oh?” Grace’s icy glare pierced through Hannah like a knife. “Amelia and Ethan are legally married. Sharing a room is entirely normal. Do we really need an outsider like you to suggest an alternative for them?”

In an instant, Hannah fell silent, her voice extinguished by Grace’s commanding presence.

She bit her lip until it turned pale, forcing herself to swallow down the wave of anger that threatened to consume her.

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