Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 315

**TITLE: Beseeched 315**
**Chapter 315: Decency and Shame**

With a calculated stealth, he retraced his steps, slipping out the same way he had entered. The night air was thick with tension, and every rustle seemed amplified in the silence around him.

As he rounded a corner, he nearly collided with a hulking bodyguard who was ambling nearby, his presence a looming shadow. Alex quickly ducked behind an enormous potted plant, its leaves brushing against him, providing a brief moment of concealment. He held his breath, heart pounding, waiting for the guard to pass. The moment the man moved on, Alex exhaled sharply, a rush of relief flooding through him. He stepped out from his hiding place and hurried toward the gate, each hurried step feeling like a small victory.

Once he was a safe distance away, he fished out his phone, fingers trembling slightly as he dialed a number. The call connected, and he wasted no time. “I told her exactly what you said. She didn’t notice a thing,” he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.

A brief silence followed, thick with unspoken tension, before a raspy voice responded, “Thanks.”

“Thanks? What’s there to thank me for? We’re brothers, remember?” Alex shot back, his casual demeanor fading into something sharper, more urgent. “But seriously, what the hell is going on with you? You’re so injured you can’t even see Honey. Do you have any idea who’s behind this?”

“Nothing certain yet,” Ethan replied, his tone icy, a stark contrast to the warmth Alex had just extended.

“For her safety, the less she knows, the better,” Ethan added, his voice hardening with resolve.

“Fair enough,” Alex muttered, shifting his weight as a thought struck him. “By the way, your wife asked me to look into something—something her mother might have left behind.” He repeated Dawn’s words verbatim, feeling the weight of the request.

“If you already got it, hand it over. Save me the trouble of finding someone else,” Ethan replied, his eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion.

“Damn…” Alex let out a frustrated breath, sensing the tension in the air. “Don’t tell me you really found something huge?”

Ethan rubbed his temples, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them. Finally, he said, “Next time, tell her those two didn’t find anything. And mind your tone with her. She’s sharper than you think.”

“Yeah, yeah. Your wife’s a genius,” Alex scoffed, a hint of admiration lacing his words.

“Just focus on staying alive. I’ll look after life.” Ethan’s voice lightened momentarily, and he laughed, the sound almost bitter. “Best outcome? She decides she doesn’t want you or the boss—she falls for me instead. I could even settle down for her.”

A heavy silence fell, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Alex, are you begging for death?” Ethan’s voice was low, a warning laced with incredulity.

Before Ethan could unleash his frustration, Alex abruptly hung up, the click of the line severing their connection echoing in the quiet room.

Ethan set his phone down, his gaze drifting to his leg. Beneath the loose fabric of his pant leg, a thick bandage concealed the gruesome reality—a chunk of flesh missing, a stark reminder of the ambush he had suffered just five days prior.

The memory of that night replayed in his mind like a haunting specter. He had been leaving the office, fatigue weighing on him, when a group of trained men had ambushed him, their movements coordinated and ruthless. He could hold his own in a fight, but one man against four, especially when they wielded knives, was an unfair battle. A sharp slash had torn across his thigh, searing pain igniting his senses.

What truly unsettled him was the chilling warning they had left before departing: stay away from Dawn.

She had already endured a life of solitude, growing up without anyone by her side. So who kept sending those same ominous warnings, time and again?

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