Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 285

**Beseeched 285**

**Chapter 285: Am I Really That Annoying?**

As Dawn stepped out of her dimly lit room, she felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with uncertainty. She unlocked her phone, her heart racing slightly as she opened her text messages.

“Just landed. Boss is rushing to meet a client. Ms. Porter, do you need me to pass anything on for you?”

Dawn stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. What could she possibly say? After a long moment of contemplation, she finally settled on a brief response, wishing them to eat well and take care of themselves.

With a heavy sigh, she plopped down onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath her weight. She rolled onto her back, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, which seemed to loom down at her, indifferent to her troubles.

The silence in the room felt suffocating, and a long, weary sigh escaped her lips.

Nothing had changed.

It was as if she were ensnared in a web of confusion, tangled in a mess of secrets that no one seemed willing to share with her.

Everyone around her acted like they were her protectors, convinced they were making the right choices for her. But being left in the dark like this? It was utterly unbearable.

Slowly, she drifted off to sleep, her dreams flitting by like shadows, leaving no trace in her memory.

When she finally stirred awake, a wave of dizziness washed over her. She sat up on the edge of the bed, the world around her still hazy as she tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. A voice broke through the fog, calling from outside her door. “Ms. Dawn, you have a visitor.”

“A visitor? Who could that possibly be?” she murmured to herself, her mind racing.

And then it hit her—Kate.

Suddenly alert, she leaped from the bed, hurriedly throwing on some clothes before racing downstairs.

As she entered the living room, she spotted Kate standing there, tall and confident. Today, she had opted for a chic ensemble—an off-shoulder black top that hugged her curves perfectly, paired with wide-leg jeans that accentuated her slim waist. She looked effortlessly stylish, the very picture of modern elegance.

“Dawn, I’m here!” Kate exclaimed, her voice brightening the room.

In her hands, she held a bouquet of vibrant flowers, the colors popping against the neutral backdrop of the house. Her eyes flitted around the space, her intentions clear as day.

Dawn couldn’t help but smile, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Thanks for the flowers. You should stay for lunch. Jonathan should be back soon.”

“Hmm, are you sure this is a good idea?” Kate asked, a hint of hesitation creeping into her tone.

Despite her initial doubts, Kate’s body seemed to move of its own accord. She settled onto the couch, reaching into her bag. “I even brought him a gift. Do you think he’ll like it?”

Before Dawn could respond, a deep, chilling voice echoed from the doorway. “Who let you in?”

Kate froze, her confidence evaporating in an instant. “Hmm, I’m sorry, Mr. Brown. Am I interrupting?”

“If you know you’re interrupting, then go back the way you came,” Jonathan replied, his tone icy enough to send shivers down Dawn’s spine.

Dawn felt her heart sink as she watched the interaction unfold. Kate’s discomfort was palpable, and she could sense the tension thickening in the air.

Kate was actually considering leaving, and in a moment of defiance, Dawn reached out, grasping Kate’s hand firmly. She lifted her chin, meeting Jonathan’s gaze with a challenge. “Kate is my friend. What’s the matter? Am I not allowed to invite a friend over for lunch?”

Jonathan remained silent, his eyes boring into hers, an unyielding stare that seemed to freeze the moment.

The atmosphere turned frosty, and Dawn could see Kate shrinking back, her discomfort growing with each passing second.

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