Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 235

Ever since Ethan and Dawn's wedding, Hannah had gone with Tara to the new place to help set it up before coming back.

Ethan's low laugh came through the receiver. "Then until then, you'll just have to put up with eating my cooking."

"I'm hanging up now."

Dawn hung up, then rolled across the couch.

Sunny saw her and rolled across the floor, too.

She burst out laughing. "Sunny, did Ethan teach you that? You roll so ugly!"

How could such a handsome dog look so ridiculous when rolling around?

Sunny must have understood something, because he rolled two more times in a row.

The sound of the doorbell downstairs cut through their fun.

Dawn slipped on her slippers and went down, Sunny following right behind.

"Sunny, hurry, chase me!" she laughed, heading for the door. But the moment she opened it and saw the man outside, her smile froze.

"Uncle Austin."

Dawn straightened and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. "What are you doing here?"

Austin stayed silent for a while. The sunset lit the edges of his eyes in red. His voice was low and hoarse. "Those things online ... I came to see how you're doing."

Dawn smiled politely. "I'm fine. Thanks for checking."

Her attitude was polite enough.

But it only pushed their relationship even further apart—like two parallel lines that would never meet again.

Every time Austin thought about it, his chest clenched tight, like someone squeezing his heart until he couldn't breathe.

After a pause, he finally said in a low voice, "I just wanted to tell you that Sydney probably has people backing her. You should be careful."

"He just said that and nothing else?"

Later that evening, Ethan was home. He and Dawn sat on the living room couch. Dawn leaned against his leg, opening her mouth every so often so he could drop a blueberry in.

She nodded. "That's all he said. Then he left."

Strange.

Austin used to cling so hard, but this time he didn't. Dawn didn't even have to worry about inviting him in or not.

Ethan stroked her hair with one hand, his deep eyes thoughtful. He stayed quiet for a while.

Dawn rolled over and sat up with a sigh. "Who could it be?"

She'd gone through everyone she knew in her head that afternoon and still couldn't figure it out.

I mean, I have a temper, but it's not like I've pissed off anyone powerful, right?

Ethan lifted his hand and patted her waist gently. "If you can't figure it out, stop thinking about it. What do you want to eat? I'll cook."

"I want to eat you."

He's so handsome.

Dawn skipped to the kitchen to grab two plates. On her way back, Ethan was untying his apron. As she passed, she brushed against his hip accidentally.

Tight. Nice.

When Ethan came out after washing his hands, she was still looking guilty but also ... satisfied.

He arched a brow and sat down.

"Nothing you want to say?"

"What?"

Dawn straightened up fast. She thought he'd caught her little move earlier. Chewing on her spoon, she stammered, "I didn't touch with my hands. It was just a brush. You're so petty."

"Hm?"

Ethan frowned slightly. "What?"

"Your butt ... "

Oh!

Dawn blurted it halfway before realizing he probably wasn't talking about that. She had just confessed all by herself.

Sure enough, Ethan's eyes shimmered with amusement, as if saying, Didn't think you were that kind of girl.

Dawn stuffed a potato in her mouth, her cheeks flushing red fast. She peeked at him now and then, like she wanted him to say something—while also daring him not to.