Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 321

The driver rolled down his window. "I've got to get home soon, so I can't wait too long."

Dawn nodded and stepped out of the car. She turned on her flashlight and followed her memory through the dark woods. The little cabin those two men had built wasn't far.

Sure enough, after walking a short distance, she spotted it and quickened her pace.

She was about to knock—but then she saw the door was wide open. The place was empty.

Had Lucas pulled those men out already?

No way.

Lucas wasn't the type to give up that easily. He'd worked too hard to get what he wanted. There's no way he'd abandon it now.

Dawn took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The place clearly hadn't been lived in for days. It had rained recently, and puddles had collected in the trash on the old wooden table. Half-eaten instant noodles sat on the floor, spattered with mud.

But the weather in Northville had been clear the past two days.

Which meant ... Alex had lied.

Alex was Ethan's friend. He wasn't the kind of guy to ignore her request unless someone told him to. If he brushed her off like that, it had to be with Ethan's approval.

Ethan might already have what Vera left behind.

But why would he hide it from me?

Dawn gasped softly. Just when she thought she'd finally figured out a few things, everything fell apart again.

What role did Ethan play in all this?

She returned to the car in a daze, not even noticing when the driver spoke to her.

"Hello?"

"Huh?"

She blinked. "Sorry, what did you say?"

The driver turned the steering wheel for a U-turn and gave her a weird look. "I said it's cold tonight. You're wearing so little—want me to turn on the heater?"

Only then did Dawn realize how freezing she was. Her fingers felt numb.

She forced a smile. "That'd be nice. Thanks."

Warm air soon filled the car.

Dawn hugged her arms tightly, her messy hair falling over her shoulders. She looked so fragile that it made the driver's chest ache a little.

What had she been through?

She looked like someone the world had forgotten—but she was clearly someone from wealth.

With nothing better to do, the driver tried to make small talk. He rambled on, offering bits of advice about life, the road, and the weather. Whether Dawn replied or not, he kept talking.

The sound of his voice lulled her into a sleepy haze, and by the time she opened her eyes again, they were back near her neighborhood.

"We're here," he said.

She blinked, a little lost.

Home?

No.

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