Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 248

Dawn tightened her grip on his hand. "So, what are we waiting for?"

"Let's go."

Ethan ran his tongue over his teeth and smiled.

They headed upstairs, and with his back against the door, he pressed the woman in his arms onto the bed two seconds later.

The next day was Saturday, so Dawn was off work.

While they were having breakfast, Ethan suddenly asked, "The press conference is over. When's the honeymoon?"

Her hands froze for a moment, knowing that this question was unavoidable.

With a reluctant smile, she playfully slid a fried egg onto his plate and said, "I think as the boss, you should keep a close eye on the company's important projects. Don't you agree?"

He just arched an eyebrow, not saying a word.

"Maybe we should save the honeymoon for something special ... like an anniversary?"

He remained silent.

"Or maybe during a holiday break?"

Still no response.

He ate like nothing was bothering him, throwing her side glances that made it obvious—he was only after the answer he wanted.

Dawn slumped, her voice soft. "Mr. Jackson, I just got new assignments. I could do a quick trip, but ten days? Two weeks? That's impossible for work."

She figured, hey, he's the boss—he'd respect her dedication.

Wrong.

Not at all.

After finishing his meal, Ethan casually wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "Ms. Porter, perhaps you should consider how to maintain trust in a marriage."

She had already stood him up twice.

Dawn rested her chin in her hands, looking guilty.

She pouted. "I'm sorry."

He looked at her intently, "You can try to brush this off, but think about how to make it up to me. You know what I mean."

What did she know?

She didn't know!

Even after Ethan left, Dawn sat there totally stumped.

Hannah noticed her dejected expression and came over to whisper, "What's wrong? Did you make Ethan angry?"

Dawn nodded with a sigh. "Hannah, why are guys impossible to read? He's mad, wants me to make it up to him, sure. But then he tells me to ‘come up with something.' How the heck am I supposed to know what he's hinting at?"

"Isn't that simple?"

Hannah offered advice, "Men, you know, they only think about a few things."

Dawn looked at Hannah's suggestive expression and instinctively shrank back.

What did that mean?

Was he really angry?

That afternoon, Ethan had gone out to look at a new project up on a hill. Maybe that's why his phone wasn't getting service.

Dawn drove to the site, and the sun was still high in the sky.

At the entrance, she noticed the two usual company cars—and a flashy sports car parked beside them.

Without a second thought, she stepped inside.

They were preparing to build a large amusement park here, with plans for a hillside hotel, and the ground was covered in gravel as workers bustled around.

Dawn weaved through the crowd, pulling out her phone.

This time, it was answered in two seconds.

"Hello."

"Where are you?" she asked, dodging a worker hauling bricks and nearly twisting her ankle. Her voice had a whiny edge she didn't even catch. "I drove out here to pick you up, but I've been looping around and still can't find you."

Ethan paused. "At the project?"

"Yeah."

She told him which building she was near. His voice dropped low. "Stay there. Don't move."

Before long, a large group appeared in her line of sight.

Ethan was in the center of the crowd. Even wearing a hard hat, his presence was commanding enough to make people hesitate to look directly at him.

Dawn waved her hand. "I'm over here!"

He lifted his gaze, then turned to say something to the person next to him.