No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 91

**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom**
**Chapter 91: The Man in the Rain**

Amelia found herself caught in a tumultuous storm of emotions, unable to firmly assert that nothing would transpire between them.

If her heart, which had just begun to find some semblance of calm, were to ignite once more—even if only for a fleeting moment—everything she had painstakingly buried deep within would unravel like a fragile thread.

The mere thought of this possibility was more painful than any physical ache she had ever endured.

But as fate would have it, tonight was not in her favor.

She had barely taken a few steps when the heavens opened up, unleashing a cold rain that fell like sharp needles against her skin.

Heavy droplets pelted her shoulders, quickly saturating her clothes, leaving her feeling utterly defeated.

Finished.

The warmth that still flickered within her clashed violently with the icy rain drenching her from above, creating a disorienting blend of sensations that made her shudder uncontrollably.

Seeking refuge, she ducked beneath a large tree that stood resolutely by the roadside, hoping to shield herself from the relentless downpour.

The rain cascaded down her hair and trickled down her cheeks, and for a moment, she couldn’t distinguish whether it was the rain or her own tears mingling with the water.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated insistently in her pocket. It was Ethan calling.

He must have realized her absence and was likely gearing up to demand explanations.

Keeping her expression composed, Amelia swiped the screen and terminated the call without a moment’s hesitation.

But just as she did, a red warning flashed ominously across her screen.

Low battery. Only three percent remaining.

A tight knot formed in her chest. She quickly tried to dial Lily’s number, desperate for a ride. Yet before the call could even ring, the screen flickered twice and then succumbed to darkness.

“Great,” she muttered under her breath, wiping the rain from her forehead with a defeated sigh.

In her haste to escape, she had left with nothing but her phone. Now, was she truly destined to spend the night stranded on this desolate street?

Wrapping her arms around herself, she felt as if the entire world had conspired to cast her aside. Just then, a sharp beam of white headlights sliced through the rain, illuminating the darkness. A sleek black car came to a halt right in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing a shadowy figure in the backseat.

Amelia didn’t even bother to look up. She assumed it was just another dubious driver searching for late-night fare. Her voice came out guarded as she replied, “No thanks.”

But then, a calm, composed voice cut through the sound of the rain—deep, steady, and all too familiar.

“Amelia. Get in.”

She froze, her heart skipping a beat.

For a brief moment, she thought she might be hallucinating.

Rubbing her eyes vigorously, she dared to glance toward the car.

That face—sharp, distant, and undeniably elegant—was unmistakable. Mason.

What on earth was he doing here?

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