Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 240

Every move they made was being watched by someone else.

Just thinking about it sent a chill down Dawn's spine, but then she noticed something. "The handwriting's different from last time."

Ethan's eyes darkened, unreadable as ever.

He just gave a low "Yeah," then turned and took Dawn's hand. "Let's head home first."

A breeze rustled the dead leaves overhead, and the space in front of the villa was utterly deserted. It was as if the letter had just materialized out of thin air.

After something like this, Ethan didn't want Dawn to go to work alone, so he asked Tony to drive her.

"What about you?"

"I'm going to look into this."

Ethan didn't hide anything from her this time. Holding both the old note and the new letter, he said, "I don't care if this is a real threat or some kind of prank. I want to see just how well this person can cover their tracks."

Dawn knew Ethan had a lot of tricks up his sleeve, but for some reason, she felt like this was much more complicated than it seemed.

She shoved down her worry and stepped forward to hug him.

"Promise me you'll be careful. Seriously."

Ethan didn't respond, but his eyes sparkled with emotion.

After Dawn left, he had security pull the neighborhood's surveillance tapes. The place was tightly managed—normally, even food deliveries had to go through the main reception desk, and strangers had to sign in.

But there was no record on the log.

"Mr. Jackson, only one person came in this morning—a repairman."

On the footage, a man in work clothes appeared, his face hidden by a cap and a mask. As he passed the villa, he glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then tossed something over the fence.

It was the letter.

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, staying silent.

The mood was suddenly tense. The security staff traded nervous glances.

"Um ... Mr. Jackson, do you want us to call the repair company and ask about the guy?"

"No need." If someone was using a fake identity, there was no way they'd leave any clues behind.

Ethan wrote down the license plate of the repairman's car and went back inside.

Then he sent the photo to Brogan.

"Track this fake-plated car and find out where it came from."

Brogan replied with a question mark. "You're sure it's a fake plate without checking?"

"If they didn't use a fake, they wouldn't bother hiding their identity."

"Got it."

Done texting, Ethan put his phone down and started studying the two notes all over again.

He didn't think Joe was behind it directly—but was he completely in the clear?

Who would actually benefit from keeping them apart?

Austin?

Having a wife who's too popular isn't as great as it sounds.

She only let out a sigh of relief until she was actually in the office.

As soon as she looked up, she was surprised to see a familiar face in the lounge area.

It was that moody, unpredictable kid—Micah. He had a whole lineup of food in front of him. Who knew if he'd brought it or asked the receptionist to order it for him.

Not that he was eating any of it. He just sat there with his cap pulled backward. A few strands of hair were poking out from under his cap. He sat with his arms crossed, looking both smug and immature.

Dawn gritted her teeth and tried to pretend he wasn't even there.

She headed for her office.

"Didn't take you long to lose your head after getting married, huh? I was right. Dawn, you're not good enough for Ethan."

She stopped in her tracks, then turned back to stare him down before walking right up to him.

She put one foot on the couch, elbow on her knee, leaning forward with a glare. "Kid, you're pretty full of yourself."

Micah stared her right in the eyes, mocking her. "At least I'm better than you."

Dawn couldn't help but laugh.

"How so?"

"I actually care about Ethan. But you ... you're just settling for him because you couldn't get what you really wanted." He saw her eyes narrow and smirked even more. "I told you—you're going to ruin him."

Dawn's anger faded, replaced by a strange calmness. She sat down beside him. The spilled sunlight shone down on her, catching the fine hairs on her face.