Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 333

**TITLE: Beseeched 333**
**Chapter 333 Drunk**

Ethan’s voice, thick with emotion, pierced the haze of the moment. “Sorry, babe… I’m really sorry…” It was as if his words were clawing their way out from the depths of his heart, raw and unfiltered. “Please, take care of yourself. Just… don’t get hurt.”

Dawn remained frozen in place, a statue caught in the throes of despair, allowing him to hold her without resistance. She was probably too engulfed in her own thoughts to even register his voice.

Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling above, her mind adrift in a fog of confusion and sorrow.

Tears, like silent raindrops, began to escape from the corners of her reddened eyes, tracing paths down her cheeks.

Is this a dream?

It must be a dream.

The reality was too painful to bear; she and Ethan were no longer together.

The man who had once vowed to stand by her side was now entangled with someone else, living a life she had once envisioned for them.

Outside the restroom, the sound of impatient knocks and muffled complaints began to intrude upon their fragile bubble. Dawn inhaled softly, her heart heavy, and gently pulled away from him, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Go.”

Ethan flinched at her abruptness, taken aback by the finality in her tone.

“I’m leaving too,” he murmured, a sense of defeat creeping into his voice.

She stepped down from the sink, her voice barely above a whisper, “Anna’s waiting outside. If you still want to see me, find me in a dream.”

Her words struck Ethan like a dagger, a painful reminder of what they had lost, but Dawn didn’t turn back.

With a heavy heart, she opened the door and stepped out into the bustling atmosphere, her head spinning as the dizzying reality of the night crashed down on her.

“Next time… don’t drink this much,” she muttered under her breath, trying to steady herself.

At their table, Anna’s eyes widened in horror as she took in Dawn’s swollen lips. “Wait, what the hell happened in the bathroom? Who did this?!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern and anger.

Dawn blinked, her mind still foggy. “Ah?” she replied, her confusion evident. “Nothing, I was just dreaming.”

Anna’s frustration boiled over.

Are you serious?

Who in their right mind would kiss her so fiercely that it left her lips bruised and swollen?!

With a fierce determination, Anna slammed her hands on the table, the sound echoing through the bar. “I’m going to find out who did this to her!”

But before she could even gather her thoughts, a figure approached them, striding with an unsettling calmness that made Anna freeze in place.

No way…

Could it be him? Did he… kiss her?

The mere thought sent a shiver down her spine. How would Dawn react when she finally came to her senses? Would she be enraged?

Lost in her whirlwind of thoughts, Anna barely noticed when Jonathan reached their table. His icy gaze swept over her, sending a chill through her bones.

Without uttering a word, he turned his attention to the woman who was now slumped, unconscious, in her seat.

“Hey, Mr. Curran!”

Anna’s heart raced as she saw him reach out, and a surge of protective instinct kicked in. “Maybe coming to a bar wasn’t the best idea, but you wouldn’t hit her in public, would you? I’ll call the cops!”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with cold amusement. “Call the cops?”

“Y-Yes!” Anna stammered, positioning herself between him and Dawn, her arms spread wide like a mother hen shielding her chick. “Dawn’s drunk! I won’t let you touch her!”

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