Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 250

"Are you hurt?"

Ethan stood in front of him, his gaze sweeping over Micah's back. "I heard from your sister-in-law that you saved her this afternoon and got hit by a falling brick."

Quinn's expression went stiff for a beat before he muttered, "She's not my sister-in-law ... "

"Well, you could at least see her as your sister."

Ethan removed his suit jacket and sat down, casually observing Micah's reaction. "Or maybe you have treated her as your sister, which is why you instinctively saved her? If that's the case, I don't need to thank you."

Micah paused his movement of swirling the drink in his glass for a second, then continued as if nothing had happened.

He said nonchalantly, "I'm a man, after all. How could I just stand by and watch a woman get hurt?"

"So, you're quite a gentleman then."

"Absolutely."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into an awkward silence.

One second, two seconds.

After what felt like an eternity, Micah straightened up and met Ethan's unyielding gaze.

His face tightened for a split second, but he recovered fast. "Come on, bro ... you're not seriously gonna hold a grudge over this, right? I didn't exactly have options. In that situation, I had no choice but to pull her into my arms. I ... "

"You hugged her?"

Ethan's eyes widened.

He studied Micha closely, his expression unreadable.

Quinn rubbed the back of his head like crazy. "Bro, cut me some slack, bro. I literally saved your wife's life, and you're grilling me about it in the middle of the night? And Dawn? Even if you handed her over, I wouldn't ... "

He cut himself off fast when Ethan gave him that look—the one that shut people right up.

"Micah."

Ethan's tone was unusually serious as he spoke softly, "What is your relationship with Dawn?"

Micah had thought of many clever excuses, but at that moment, he found himself at a loss for words.

He lowered his gaze, his hair falling perfectly to cover his eyes.

"You should know that if I really wanted to investigate, it would be easy. But before I do, I want to hear it from you directly."

Ethan lifted one foot to rest on the coffee table, exuding a natural sense of authority.

"What's your relationship with Dawn? Why are you getting close to her?"

Micah didn't show much reaction, but his hands clenched into fists at his sides. After a moment, he looked up.

His eyes held the usual ease, tinged with a hint of regret.

"Bro, you figured it out.

"To be honest, I've known about Dawn for a while. I heard my brother mention her."

Damn it!

Micah gritted his teeth and let his shirt fall.

He thought about whether he really needed to keep his distance from Dawn. This woman seemed to have a knack for bringing him trouble.

With a snort of disbelief, his phone rang.

Micahlooked at the string of numbers flashing on the screen, his expression becoming serious.

As the ringtone was about to end, he slowly pressed the answer button, leaning against the armrest, and answered in a flat tone.

A pause on the other end. "So? How'd it turn out?"

"Not good."

Still staring up at the ceiling light, Micah said casually, "She's not into me. Nearly took a swing at me today. Way too tough for me—I'm out."

Ethan arrived home at 10:30 PM. The villa was dark, but as he stepped inside, he saw the dim yellow light of the hallway on the second floor, left on just for him by his wife.

The bedroom lights were off, but in the faint light he spotted someone curled up on the couch.

His brow creased as he walked closer.

The second his hand brushed the back of her neck, her eyes fluttered open. Sleepy, she mumbled, "You're home?"

"Yeah," Ethan said quietly, letting her loop her arms around his neck. "Go back to sleep, I'll carry you to bed."