Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 304

**TITLE: Beseeched 304**
**Chapter 304: Locked In the Basement**

Jonathan had been away on his business trip for what felt like an eternity. The days had dragged on so long that Dawn almost forgot the reality of her situation—that she was, in fact, being kept here by him. The sun seemed to linger longer in the sky, stretching the twilight hours into what felt like an endless dusk.

By seven in the evening, the horizon was still painted with a gentle glow, the kind that made the world feel serene yet somehow unnerving.

Just as Dawn was about to retreat back into the confines of the villa, a flicker of movement outside the garden wall caught her attention.

Her expression shifted, darkening as she focused on the figure. She turned sharply to the bodyguard stationed nearby. “I suddenly have a craving for pie from that bakery on the west side of town. Fetch me two, will you?”

“Of course, Ms. Dawn, I can place an order—”

“I said go get it yourself. Did you not hear me?”

Dawn’s voice was laced with impatience. “Delivery takes too long. Just go, and hurry back.”

The bodyguard hesitated for a brief moment, weighing her words, before he nodded respectfully and set off.

The rest of the staff were scattered about the expansive property, keeping their distance. Jonathan had always been adamant about keeping strangers away from Dawn, instilling a sense of caution in everyone.

Dawn’s eyes remained fixed on the shadow creeping along the outer wall. With each cautious step, it slipped further into the villa’s domain.

He was inside.

And surprisingly, he seemed quite skilled at this.

A frown creased Dawn’s forehead as she contemplated whether she should alert the staff. Just then, she caught a glimpse of the intruder’s face, and her heart raced.

The villa was a sprawling estate, but Jonathan had a low tolerance for chaos. Most of the rooms lay dormant, untouched, while the only area that saw regular maintenance was the vast basement, where he kept his prized collection of wines and spirits.

For someone unfamiliar with the layout, it was easy to become disoriented.

After a series of wrong turns, the intruder found himself in the wine cellar.

“This old man sure has a lot of drinks, huh!”

The teenager muttered to himself, spinning around, only to nearly leap out of his skin when he noticed someone standing behind him.

His heart raced, pounding like a drum in his chest. When he realized it was Dawn, he exhaled sharply, relief mingling with irritation. “Dawn! Do you know that people can scare each other to death?”

“And do you know that breaking into someone’s home is against the law?” she shot back, her voice firm and unwavering.

“So what?” Micah scoffed, a hint of defiance in his tone.

“I didn’t take anything. Maybe I just took a wrong turn? Worst-case scenario, the cops give me a little lecture. I’m quite good at listening to lectures.”

He leaned back with a casual air, perching himself on a wooden barrel and casting a sideways glance at her.

“So? What’s your deal? Why are you here?”

“That’s the question I should be asking you,” Dawn replied, locking her gaze onto his, searching for any flicker of truth in his eyes.

“How did you find this place? And what made you think it was okay to come in?”

“I told you, I got lost.” Micah rubbed his nose, concocting a story on the fly. “How was I supposed to know your place doesn’t even have signs? Anyone could take a wrong turn.”

“Sure,” Dawn replied, her laughter cold and cutting as she shut the door firmly behind him.

“If you don’t come clean, you’re not leaving this place today.”

Micah was momentarily speechless.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify