Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 307

**Beseeched 307**

**Chapter 307: Second Visit**

Dawn tightened her jaw, a surge of frustration coursing through her. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, and she refused to squander another breath on this conversation.

With a deliberate motion, she turned her face away, releasing a heavy sigh that seemed to carry all her pent-up emotions. “Thank you for coming, Mr. Kelsinger. You can leave now. And please, ask your brother not to return.”

Andy’s intense gaze held her captive for a couple of lingering seconds, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them. Finally, he spoke, his voice gentle yet firm, “Dawn, take care of yourself.”

She barely registered his departure, lost in her own tumultuous thoughts.

One thing nagged at her mind, though—Andy was still concealing a monumental secret.

When Jonathan came back, Dawn was still awake, her mind adrift. She occupied the chair by the door, her stare fixed on the void ahead, utterly unaware of his approach.

“Why aren’t you going inside?”

His voice, sudden and unexpected, jolted her out of her reverie.

She turned to face him, her heart racing as she took in his towering figure. He stood above her, a statue of cold detachment, his sharp features unreadable as always.

“Jonathan.”

He frowned, his silence thickening the air between them.

Dawn had intended to voice her questions, to peel back the layers of mystery surrounding him. But one glance at his stoic expression froze the words on her lips. Extracting answers from this man felt like attempting to reach the moon—impossible and daunting.

She averted her gaze, letting out a small sigh, a sound of resignation.

“It’s nothing. You should go and get some sleep. I’ll just sit here for a while.”

The silence stretched on, and she assumed Jonathan had left, the stillness enveloping her like a heavy blanket.

Then, unexpectedly, the space beside her dimmed. A glass appeared before her, interrupting her solitude. “You didn’t finish your drink earlier?”

She remained silent, a guilty panic bubbling up from within her.

Taking the glass, she fought to keep her voice steady. “I took a shower. I’ve been sober for a while.”

Jonathan had chosen a smooth, easy-to-drink red wine, specifically for her.

The crimson liquid flowed into the tall glass, shimmering under the warm glow of the lights, a striking contrast to the darkness surrounding them.

Dawn found it hard to believe that she was sitting here, sharing a drink with Jonathan. Who could have imagined such a scene unfolding?

Perhaps it was the tranquil ambiance of the night, but before Jonathan could utter a word, she raised her glass and downed it in one swift motion.

“Another,” she declared, her voice firmer than she felt.

Jonathan glanced at her, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he simply refilled her glass, the act almost ritualistic in its familiarity.

The night sky was clear, the moon casting a brilliant light over Northville. This time of year was the most pleasant—neither the harsh chill of winter nor the oppressive heat of summer. Soft insects buzzed in the cool evening air, a gentle reminder of life all around them.

Dawn tilted her head back to gaze at the sky, suddenly curious. “What’s the date today?”

“March 24th.”

Almost April, she mused, the thought bringing a wave of nostalgia.

It had been nearly a month since she had moved to Seabrook, and yet, time felt both fleeting and stagnant.

After that, silence reigned. They drank, refilled their glasses, and listened to the soft sounds of swallowing that punctuated the stillness of the night.

Dawn struggled with her tolerance for alcohol. By the time she reached her second glass, warmth flushed her cheeks, a pleasant haze settling over her. She lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper, “I miss him.”

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