Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 281

**Beseeched 281**

**Chapter 281: The Wooden Box**

Ethan found himself caught in a web of uncertainty, yet deep down, he felt an undeniable urge to act. The full scope of the situation eluded him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had no alternative left.

“How could I possibly feel secure leaving you here all by yourself?” Dawn’s voice was laced with concern, her brow furrowed as she looked at him, searching for reassurance.

Ethan remained composed, his voice steady as he replied, “If he intends to keep you imprisoned, then we’ll show him that he’s made a grave mistake.”

With that, they decided to make Ethan’s place their temporary refuge. Surprisingly, it felt more like a sanctuary than home ever had. The air was lighter, the atmosphere more inviting.

Ethan still had his phone in hand. He even reached out to Tony, asking him to bring over his laptop, a lifeline to his work and a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos.

As he settled into his routine, the balcony became a makeshift office. The bodyguard had set up a lounge chair, creating a cozy nook where Ethan could focus on his tasks.

Meanwhile, Dawn reclined against his leg, basking in the warmth of the sun. She wore simple loungewear that Tony had brought from her home, comfortable yet stylish. If it weren’t for the bodyguards patrolling the area, it would almost feel like they had just relocated to a peaceful getaway.

“I haven’t been to work in so many days,” Dawn remarked, her fingers deftly navigating a game on Ethan’s phone. She paused for a moment, her expression shifting. “You’re not going to fire me, are you?”

A sigh escaped her lips, filled with frustration. “I don’t understand. He allows people to bring things to us, yet he won’t let me leave?”

Her thoughts were clearly directed at Jonathan, the man who had caused so much tension between them.

Since their intense confrontation, Jonathan had been conspicuously absent, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

Ethan’s attention was fixed on the project file displayed on his laptop. He adjusted his position slightly, blocking the sun from blinding Dawn, who seemed lost in her game.

“We’ll find out what’s happening soon enough,” he assured her, his voice barely above a whisper.

Their stay in Seabrook stretched into a week, but eventually, Ethan faced the reality of his responsibilities. He needed to leave.

“There’s an issue with a project in Meriax,” he explained, his tone serious. He didn’t delve into details, but Dawn could read the gravity etched on his face; it was something significant.

As he wrapped up a call, she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist, a gesture filled with warmth and concern. “Don’t worry about me,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the underlying tension. “Jonathan isn’t going to come back. I’m fine being here.”

For a fleeting moment, Ethan froze, taken aback by her confidence. Slowly, he placed a gentle hand on the back of her head, offering comfort. “Don’t let fear consume you,” he murmured. “I’m leaving my phone with you. Call me if anything happens.”

He knew that if he truly wished to, he could forcibly take her away from this place. But after the unsettling phone call he had just received, that course of action seemed ill-advised.

Ethan’s expression darkened momentarily. Perhaps staying here wasn’t such a bad idea after all. At least Dawn would be protected. The bodyguards surrounding them were well-trained, and their presence provided a layer of security.

They held each other in silence for a brief moment, sharing an unspoken bond. Then, with a reluctant sigh, Dawn led him downstairs.

As they reached the door, a bodyguard stepped forward, attempting to halt her exit.

Ethan shot him a sharp, disapproving glance. The bodyguard quickly withdrew his hand, a look of embarrassment washing over his face. “Mr. Jackson, please don’t make this more difficult for us,” he murmured, his voice low and apologetic.

Ignoring the bodyguard’s plea, Ethan tenderly brushed a few stray strands of hair from Dawn’s face, his touch gentle yet firm. “Go back inside. If you find yourself bored, pick a fight with Jonathan,” he teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Dawn fell silent, her expression turning serious.

The bodyguards exchanged glances, equally taken aback by Ethan’s words.

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