Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 294

**TITLE: Beseeched 294**

Dawn released a deep, weary sigh, her voice tinged with frustration as she asked, “I just want to know, how long do you intend to keep me here? What is it that you truly want from me? These aren’t unreasonable questions. I deserve at least a glimpse of the truth.”

Jonathan turned his head slowly, his gaze piercing through the dim light like a black hole, drawing her in with an intensity that left her breathless.

“You genuinely want to know?” he replied, his tone both challenging and curious.

“Yes,” she answered, her heart racing with a mix of hope and dread.

“Very well. I’ll share,” he conceded, an unsettling calmness settling over him.

Back in her room, Dawn sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Jonathan’s words echoed in her mind, swirling around like a haunting melody that gnawed at her already frayed nerves.

“Roxanne and I struck a deal,” he began, his voice lingering in the air like a dark cloud. “The objective was to tear you away from Ethan. She desires Ethan, and I desire you.”

His admission hung heavily between them. “Whether you agree or not is of no concern to me. If you choose to accept, wonderful. If you refuse, I’ll take solace in knowing I won’t have to witness your union with him. Dawn, you are acutely aware of the kind of man I am. Anything I yearn for—objects or people alike—never escapes my grasp.”

His words were chilling, sending a shiver down her spine. “Nothing in this world is absolute. If something appears unattainable, it’s merely because the price hasn’t been steep enough.”

“I can offer you one choice. A free choice,” he continued, his voice low and persuasive.

“Divorce Ethan and marry me.”

The weight of his proposal crashed over her like a tidal wave. “I won’t compel you to remain by my side, but you must sever ties with him.”

It was the first time she had ever witnessed Jonathan express himself so fully, yet every syllable felt like a dagger aimed directly at her heart.

Before this moment, her feelings towards him had been tangled, complicated by their shared history. But now, a darker emotion began to fester within her—hate.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, he had spoken one undeniable truth. If something was immutable, then expending energy to resist it was futile. She should never bear the burden of someone else’s transgressions.

Days slipped by after that fateful conversation, and Dawn found herself devoid of Jonathan’s presence for an extended period. Life within the villa remained stagnant, a prison of her own making. The only moments she spent outside were during the two hours allocated for walking the dog. The rest of her days blurred into a monotonous cycle of reading and drawing.

She couldn’t pinpoint when the numbness had begun to seep into her life. Her world felt like a hazy dream, as if she were merely a spectator in someone else’s existence.

Was this how her life would conclude?

Her voice grew softer, her gaze more distant. Thoughts drifted away like colors fading under the relentless sun.

When this news reached Jonathan, he remained silent, a statue by the window, tall and unwavering like a pine tree, his eyes fixed on the horizon for what felt like an eternity.

The following day, a visitor arrived at the house.

It was Kate.

Dawn couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret that she lacked the energy to help her friend pursue any romantic interests. Jonathan was a fortress, and if she wasn’t careful, she might inadvertently pull Kate into her chaotic life.

“Just tell her I’m not here. Ask her to leave,” she instructed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Dawn, I can hear you, you know,” came Kate’s playful retort.

Dawn turned to see Kate standing there—radiant, stunning, her wavy hair shimmering in the sunlight. With a wide grin, Kate waved enthusiastically. “I’m so bored! If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. Just let me hang out with you, okay?”

For a fleeting moment, Dawn thought Kate was merely seeking companionship at Jonathan’s residence. She sighed softly, “Jonathan probably won’t be back today.”

“Pretty much,” she admitted, her voice devoid of energy.

“No wonder you’re so pale,” Kate observed, reaching out to gently pinch her cheek. “Soft and fair. But you’re so young! This is the time to enjoy life. Why do you live like a retired lady?”

Dawn longed to express that she didn’t want this life either.

But choice had slipped through her fingers like sand.

With another person in the house, the atmosphere felt slightly more vibrant.

It was the first time in days that Dawn had shown any genuine emotion. That night, as she overheard the bodyguard reporting to Jonathan, she learned that Kate had been invited here by him.

“So you’re telling me Mr. Brown went through all that trouble just because of me?” she asked, her tone sharp and mocking.

Jonathan waved his hand dismissively, sending the bodyguard away.

“What’s your answer?” he inquired, his voice steady.

It was the first time he had broached the subject in days.

Dawn remained silent, her eyes cold and unyielding as they locked onto his.

This wasn’t about her feelings. The thought of divorcing Ethan and marrying him had never crossed her mind.

**Chapter 295: A Truth She Refused to Hold**