Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 242

Dawn opened the car door, and a wave of pleasant warmth washed over her.

She hunched her shoulders as she sat down. To her surprise, a cup of Mocha was handed over.

She laughed in surprise. "Ethan, I didn't expect you'd actually buy this for me."

"I noticed all the girls like gestures like this. You're still young, and you should be pampered like all those other girls. It's hot—try it."

"Thanks, Mr. Jackson."

Dawn unwrapped the straw and pushed it in.

She took a big sip. The milk was rich but not too sweet—just right.

She glanced over. Ethan was driving. His face was calm, and he had one hand on the steering wheel. His fingers were slender and well-shaped, looking strangely sexy in the dim night.

Suddenly, Dawn felt mischievous. She held the cup out to him.

"Here, want a sip?"

She expected him to refuse, so she could tease him, saying, "You won't even drink it yourself, yet you bought it for me."

But things never go as planned. Just then, the traffic light up ahead turned red. Ethan hit the brakes and, with his hand over hers, guided the cup to his mouth and took a sip, even drinking from the exact spot she had.

That wasn't all.

He even ... licked his lips.

The way he did it was maddeningly attractive.

He looked over at her, gaze smoldering, his meaning clear. "Not bad at all."

Dawn was caught off guard. She slowly pulled her hand back and absentmindedly drank from the straw again.

Ethan chuckled softly and kept driving.

This girl really is hopeless. She's such a rookie when it comes to teasing, yet she always tries to play the flirt.

Dawn stayed silent the whole ride home. When Sunny came running out to greet her in the yard, she absentmindedly handed Ethan the coffee. "Sunny!"

Sunny circled around her, and for a moment it was hard to tell who was playing with whom.

After playing for a while, Dawn finally caught her breath and asked, "Any clues from that letter?"

Ethan handed the coffee back and waited for her to take a sip before replying, "Not yet. The handwriting is different from before, but I'm pretty sure it's from the same person."

Dawn blinked. "Would reporting it to the police help?"

"What do you think?"

It wouldn't.

A single note wasn't enough to count as real evidence of a threat.

The police might make a show of investigating for the Jacksons' sake, but they'd find nothing. Following standard procedures would get them nowhere.

Brogan's voice was uncharacteristically serious. "Dawn, who the hell did she piss off? I checked out that car factory. The owner's background is squeaky clean. It's just him there, and when he's not busy, he's napping. He knows nothing.

"In other words, there's no way to trace anything about the car you showed me—not even who was driving it."

The line fell silent for a moment.

The enemy is lurking in the shadows ...

It is impossible to tell if they are friend or foe now.

So far, both notes had only tried to stop Dawn and Ethan from getting married, but no one knew the real motive behind it. There wasn't a single lead.

A moment passed before Brogan spoke again. "I checked in on Joe, too. He hasn't left the estate at all, and he barely even sees anyone ... Do you think it could be Dawn's uncle?"

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and finally answered, "It's not him."

"Then there's no one else to suspect."

Brogan's voice grew grim. "You both need to be careful. This person isn't just resourceful. They know everything about you. They must be someone in a position of influence."

After he hung up, the room went quiet again.

Ethan stood by the window, one hand draped over the back of a chair, the shadows hiding his eyes. Even then, the sharp edge in his gaze was unmistakable.

No one knew how long he stood there before there was a knock on the door.