Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 270

**Beseeched 270: Soot**

Chapter 270

Dawn found herself at a loss for words.

Mr. Jackson’s mind seemed utterly consumed by the whims of romance, leaving her bewildered.

After a chaotic and disjointed conversation, she ended the call, shaking her head in disbelief.

She glanced out the window, her gaze drifting towards the horizon. The sky was a tapestry of ominous dark clouds, heavy and oppressive, obscuring the bright blue above. A storm was brewing, both in the atmosphere and in her heart.

The following morning, Tony made his appearance at Margareth’s doorstep, a determined look on his face.

He was flanked by two imposing bodyguards, their presence a silent testament to the seriousness of their mission.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Porter,” Tony assured her, a playful glint in his eye. “They won’t disturb you or Margareth—they’re simply here to ensure your safety.” He offered her a cheeky grin, as if to say, “You know how it goes.”

Dawn returned his smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness. “Thanks, Tony. You guys can take it easy for now. I’ll reach out if I need anything.”

“Not a chance,” he replied, shaking his head with a smirk.

He sent the bodyguards off to relax but remained by her side. “I’m here to assist, not to kick back. What if something urgent comes up and you can’t get in touch with me?”

Dawn didn’t argue. Deep down, she recognized that his presence was essential, especially as they sought to uncover the truth about Margareth’s husband, Ivan Moore.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Margareth emerged, her hands clutching a woven basket.

Her eyes landed on Dawn, but her expression remained unchanged, flat and unyielding. “Wasn’t I clear? Aren’t you supposed to be gone?” she stated, her tone devoid of warmth.

Dawn hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. “Uh… Hey, you—”

Before she could finish, Tony began to interject, but Dawn shot him a warning glance, urging him to remain silent.

Determined, she quickened her pace to catch up with the elderly woman. “Margareth, I’ll accompany you.”

Margareth didn’t reply, yet she didn’t protest either, a small victory for Dawn.

As they made their way to the market, neighbors waved cheerfully, exchanging friendly greetings. Dawn seized the moment to step forward. “Margareth, let me carry that for you.”

Margareth shot her a brief, scrutinizing glance before relinquishing the basket without a word, bending down to select fresh vegetables from the market stall.

The assortment was vibrant—greens, meats, a medley of everything.

Once they finished shopping and headed back home, Margareth fell into silence once more, her demeanor as unyielding as ever.

Noticing that Tony and the bodyguards had drifted out of sight, Dawn seized the opportunity to send him a discreet message, urging him to investigate Ivan’s last known associates before his untimely death.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that even if Ivan had confided in someone about the secret, that person was likely hiding in the shadows now.

This was bound to get complicated.

“What are you standing there for?” Margareth’s voice cut through her thoughts, pulling Dawn back to the present.

She looked up to find Margareth leaning against the kitchen doorway, her expression as unreadable as ever. “If you’re hungry, come help with lunch.”

Dawn tucked her phone away, a smile breaking across her face as she approached. “I’m coming, Margareth.”

Cooking wasn’t her forte, but she could certainly lend a hand.

Margareth tossed her a handful of vegetables that needed washing, her movements brisk and no-nonsense.

Ah, that explained the abundance of dishes.

“Alright!” Dawn laughed, feeling a little sheepish.

She dashed off to fetch Tony, blissfully unaware of the amused glint in Margareth’s eyes as she followed behind, unable to contain her grin.

Five minutes later, Tony arrived in a flurry, stopping abruptly at the doorway. His eyes locked onto Dawn’s, surprise flickering across his features as he froze mid-step.

“What are you just standing there for?” he asked, confusion evident in his tone.

Dawn leaned in conspiratorially, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Margareth softened. She made a huge pot of food—you can bring them over to eat.”

“Oh… okay! Got it!” he replied, a sense of urgency in his voice.

He gestured toward her face, a sly smirk creeping onto his lips. “But Ms. Porter, your look right now…”

“What? What about it?” Dawn responded, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her soot-streaked cheeks, still oblivious to her appearance.

Just as she was about to pull out her phone, Ethan’s video call came through, interrupting her thoughts.

Tony’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he declared, “I’ll help Margareth! Ms. Porter, you should definitely pick up the call!”

“This guy… He’s so weird,” Dawn muttered under her breath, shaking her head in exasperation.

Reluctantly, she accepted the call.

As soon as the camera revealed her soot-covered face, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. It was only when Ethan’s low laughter echoed through the speaker that she snapped back to reality.

“Stop laughing!” she exclaimed, covering the camera with her hand in mock anger. “I was just working! This is proof!”