Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 311

**TITLE: Beseeched 311**

The dawn hung in the air, still and silent, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Jonathan’s grip on Dawn’s arm tightened just enough for her to notice, his voice resonating with a deep, unwavering calm. “No matter what anyone has told you, don’t let it seep into your heart.”

Dawn turned her gaze towards him, her eyes shimmering with a hint of confusion and fatigue. Perhaps it was the relentless wind that had battered her for too long, but her eyes were red-rimmed, streaked with faint traces of blood that hinted at sleepless nights and unspoken fears.

“Why is everyone acting so bizarre?” she questioned, her voice laced with frustration.

It was all too peculiar.

“Some people pursue me relentlessly, just to share their cryptic messages. Others refuse to utter a single word. Some insist they have no reason to deceive me, while others warn that I shouldn’t trust a single syllable.”

What was she supposed to believe?

What was genuine, and what was merely a facade?

Dawn felt ensnared, as though she had stumbled into a monstrous trap. She was merely existing, yet somehow, she had become a mere pawn in a game orchestrated by unseen hands.

Jonathan’s gaze bore into her, intense and unwavering. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice gravelly, “There are some truths you will uncover when the moment is right.”

Dawn let out a short, incredulous laugh.

“Like what?”

What truths could possibly be so significant?

And when would that elusive right moment arrive?

Jonathan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he hesitated. Perhaps the weight of his unspoken words was too heavy, for he ultimately shook his head. “Dawn, I can’t share that with you just yet.”

“Then stop tormenting me with this nonsense every single day!”

Her emotions had reached a boiling point. With a fierce yank, she freed her arm from his grip, her eyes blazing with indignation.

She articulated each word with deliberate clarity, “And you had better let me leave this place soon. Don’t push me.”

As soon as she finished her declaration, she turned on her heel, ascending the stairs without a backward glance.

Jonathan remained rooted in place, the dim light above casting his tall silhouette into a chilling, solitary form.

Moments later, the shrill ring of his phone shattered the heavy silence of the living room.

He retrieved his phone, glanced at the screen, and pressed it to his ear.

A respectful voice greeted him from the other end. “Mr. Curran, we’ve located him.”

Jonathan’s brow furrowed slightly, his voice low and measured. “Hold your position. Let’s observe his next move. Maintain close surveillance.”

“Understood.”

After ending the call, Jonathan’s gaze drifted upstairs.

From his vantage point, he could see nothing, but he could vividly picture the scene of the woman storming up the staircase, her footsteps deliberately loud, the door slamming shut with a sharp finality.

Dawn…

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