Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 312

**TITLE: Beseeched 312**
**CONTENT: 312 Back to Trifton**

Jonathan’s gaze flickered to the table, his brow furrowing slightly as he repeated the question he had asked earlier, “Do we have a guest?”

Dawn averted her eyes, her voice flat and devoid of warmth as she replied, “Eat it if you want and leave if you don’t.”

Her cool demeanor towards him was nothing new, yet Jonathan seemed to have grown accustomed to her indifference. With a calmness that belied the tension in the air, he pulled out a chair and settled into it, the sound of the wood scraping against the floor echoing in the silence.

“I’m heading to Trifton tomorrow. You’re coming with me,” he announced, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Dawn’s heart raced at the unexpected news. “What am I supposed to—” The words tumbled from her lips before she could catch herself. She looked up abruptly. “Trifton?” A flicker of hope ignited within her. Did he truly mean she would be allowed to return to the Osbornes?

“Yes,” he confirmed, his expression as cold as ice.

Jonathan’s eyes bore into her, unyielding. “I’ll likely be very busy while I’m there. You can return to the Osborne Estate for a time.”

Dawn fought to suppress the thrill bubbling in her chest, responding with an air of nonchalance, “I’ve got nothing else to do anyway. I’ll just look around.”

The rest of the day was consumed with packing, though the task was hardly substantial.

She had brought almost nothing with her to Seabrook. The essentials she relied upon had all been provided by Jonathan, leaving her with only a few sets of clothes to consider.

And her documents …

A sudden wave of anxiety washed over her. How would he retrieve them from Ethan?

Would he resort to stealing them?

Dawn shook her head, dispelling the thought. Her initial excitement dwindled as she gazed out the window, the familiar scenery blurring into an unrecognizable landscape that felt like a distant memory.

That night, Jonathan returned with her documents, just as she had expected. He always had his methods.

“I’ve already purchased the plane tickets. If you need anything, just inform them, and they’ll deliver it,” he stated, holding the documents in a way that suggested he had no intention of surrendering them to her just yet.

“Is it just us?” she inquired, a hint of hope creeping into her voice.

“Who else do you want?”

Jonathan’s sneer was sharp, his piercing gaze seeming to penetrate her very soul. “Ethan is preoccupied and has no time to concern himself with you. If you genuinely care for him, you’ll stay out of the way and avoid causing any disturbances.”

“Wait!”

Dawn’s heart raced, panic surging through her veins as she called after him.

“What do you mean by ‘hands full’? What’s happened to him?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

Jonathan’s posture was rigid, his slightly turned profile exuding an icy detachment. “Or do you truly believe you can rectify what he cannot? If you can’t, then stop fretting about it.”

Dawn’s fists clenched so tightly that her palms stung. For what felt like an eternity, she held her breath, the weight of helplessness pressing down on her.

She despised this feeling of powerlessness.

Yet, there was nothing she could do to change her circumstances.

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