Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 316

**TITLE: Beseeched 316**

In that moment, Ethan had never imagined that engaging in an argument with her would be worthwhile. Yet, as he stood there now, everything felt different.

His gaze, dark and laden with unexpressed sentiments, settled on the woman before him.

Roxanne felt as if time had frozen; she remained rooted to the spot, unable to move, as if the weight of his stare had anchored her to the ground.

Finally, when she mustered the courage to look up, her eyes were tinged with a faint redness, betraying the emotional turmoil within her.

“Ethan, after all this time, is that truly all I ever meant to you?”

“You already know what you were,” he replied, his voice cutting through the air like a jagged stone, striking her heart with an undeniable force. “Even that so-called ‘classmate bond’ I mentioned had nothing to do with you.”

The truth hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.

Back then, she had only managed to get close to him by riding on the coattails of others, a mere shadow in his world.

“So what?” she shot back, her voice rising with defiance.

Roxanne lifted her chin, her bloodshot eyes glimmering with a fierce determination. “You may not have any fondness for me, but right now, you’re the one lying here, vulnerable and at my mercy. I can do whatever I choose.”

A smirk danced on her lips as she took a confident step forward.

One step, then another.

As her knees sank into the mattress, her fingers reached up, gripping his jaw with a fierce intensity.

She held his gaze, unflinching, her words sharp and deliberate. “Ethan, no matter what it takes, I will make you mine. Don’t think for a second that I won’t—just try me.”

In a swift motion, Ethan caught her wrist and pushed it away, his touch cold and merciless.

His breath escaped in a sharp exhale, flaring through his nose like a fire that threatened to consume her.

“You’re not thinking straight,” he warned, his calm yet clipped words igniting a tremor within Roxanne.

Yet, she had always been drawn to danger, the thrill of resistance invigorating her spirit. The more he pushed her away, the more alive she felt in that moment.

Her voice quivered, but her grin widened, defiant and unwavering. “Maybe not. But every dream I’ve dared to envision has come true. I tore you and Dawn apart, didn’t I? Tell me, is that fate or sheer luck?”

“I’m patient,” she continued, her tone dripping with confidence. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Even if he loathed her, she understood that he would never lay a hand on her.

To do so would mean hurting Dawn, and the mere thought of that made her smirk broaden as she turned on her heel and walked away.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Ethan leaned back against the headboard, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, a wave of heat coursing through him.

After adjusting to the arid climate of Northville, the sudden dampness of the room felt stifling.

Roxanne had neglected to close the window the previous night, allowing the morning breeze to sweep in, wrapping around him like a humid shroud.

With a sigh, he opened his eyes, taking in the disarray of the room.

Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Dawn stirred awake, the oppressive humidity clinging to her skin.

She rose from her bed, instinctively moving to close the window, then exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Casting a glance at the clock on her bedside table, she noted the time—6:30 AM. To her surprise, she was already wide awake.

Downstairs, the soft murmur of voices floated up to her. Jessica was engaged in a lively conversation with Helena. Older folks had a tendency to rise with the sun, and at this hour, Grandma typically embarked on her morning walk.

Dawn hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to join them. After a brief internal debate, she decided she would.

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