Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 303

**Chapter 303: A Punch That Said Everything**

His voice was icy, slicing through the tension like a knife. “You came to me just to say that?”

“Of course not,” she replied, her tone defensive yet uncertain.

Ethan advanced, closing the distance between them. The two men stood nearly eye to eye, their postures radiating an electric charge that hinted at an imminent clash. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, as if the world held its breath, anticipating an explosion.

“I trust Dawn when she’s with you,” Ethan began, his voice a low rumble, barely concealing the storm brewing within him. “What I don’t understand is why you refuse to let us meet her.” His lips curled into a tight, cold smile, a mask that barely concealed his growing frustration. “There’s no way you’re truly working with Roxanne. So, tell me, what game are you playing?”

As his words faded into the oppressive silence, the air felt heavy, laden with the weight of their confrontation.

Jonathan’s jaw clenched tightly, an involuntary reaction that only served to intensify his already formidable presence. He appeared even more distant, as if a fortress surrounded him, making it nearly impossible to reach him.

For what felt like an eternity, neither man uttered a word. The stillness stretched on, each second echoing in the charged air.

Finally, Jonathan’s voice broke through, cold and unyielding. “Ethan, that’s not something you need to concern yourself with.”

His gaze was unwavering, but the words carried a warning. “For your sake and for Dawn’s, don’t meet her behind my back again. I don’t want to witness another stunt like today.”

Ethan’s eyes flicked to Dawn, who bore the unmistakable marks of their earlier confrontation—her lips were red and swollen, a fact that didn’t escape Jonathan’s notice.

Jonathan’s gaze darkened further as he continued, his tone laced with a chilling finality. “If there’s a next time, don’t hold me accountable for forgetting our brotherhood.”

Ethan inhaled sharply, a mix of fury and disbelief coursing through him. The anger bubbled over, and he couldn’t help but let out a harsh laugh.

He pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, his frustration boiling over as he turned away, only to whirl back around in a flash, his fist connecting with Jonathan’s face with a force that echoed in the stillness. “She’s my girl. And you dare talk to me about brotherhood? Really?”

Jonathan didn’t flinch; he absorbed the blow, his body shifting slightly but not retreating. The impact sent him staggering back half a step, and a split appeared on his lip, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the air around them.

“Feel better now?” he asked, a sardonic smile creeping onto his face, the red at the corner of his mouth contrasting starkly with his pale skin. “If not, go ahead and throw a couple more. Trading a few punches for a wife sounds like a fair deal to me.”

Ethan remained silent, his emotions a tempest raging within him. His eyes twitched, and his fist trembled, clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white.

He had never imagined he would find himself in a physical confrontation with Jonathan. Not in this lifetime.

Jonathan had always been an enigma—cold, unreadable, and impossible to decipher. No one could truly grasp his thoughts; he was a puzzle that remained unsolved.

And yet, here he was, ready to fight his brother over a woman.

Even now, Ethan struggled to wrap his head around the reality of the situation. Especially considering that Dawn had never shown any interest in Jonathan.

With a deep, ragged breath, Ethan finally spoke, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. “What do you gain from provoking me? This isn’t like you.”

He hesitated, weighing his next words carefully. “Jonathan, I will uncover the truth.”

Jonathan’s eyes lifted slightly, glacial and piercing, as if they had been dipped in frost.

“Then you’d better hurry,” he replied, his voice devoid of warmth.

Ethan held Jonathan’s gaze for two long, excruciating seconds before turning away, his heart pounding in his chest.

A sharp breeze swept through the air, and the sudden quiet felt unsettling. Jonathan raised his hand, wiping the corner of his mouth with a rough gesture.

Blood.

He couldn’t shake the thought that if Dawn saw him like this, losing a fight, she would probably burst out laughing.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he made his way toward the parking lot, his expression returning to its usual calm facade.

But she quickly reminded herself that his whereabouts were irrelevant to her. What he did or where he went held no significance in her life.

After breakfast, as Dawn stepped out of the dining room, her eyes fell upon a small, elegant box resting on the living room table.

The bodyguard, noticing her gaze, quickly looked down, a hint of unease in his posture.

“Mr. Jonathan asked us to give this to you,” he said, his tone respectful yet cautious.

Dawn approached the box with a blank expression, curiosity piqued yet guarded.

She opened it to reveal a stunning set of jewelry, the kind that sparkled with the brilliance of top-grade diamonds—pieces meant for collectors, not mere adornment.

With a swift motion, she snapped the lid shut, her resolve hardening.

“When he returns, return it to him,” she stated flatly, her voice devoid of emotion. “Things like this are useless to me.”

She ascended the stairs with the same steely expression, leaving the bodyguards exchanging glances, sympathy etched on their faces.

Jonathan might project an icy demeanor, but they knew he poured his heart into everything he did for Dawn.

Why couldn’t she see that?

Yet, it wasn’t their place to intervene.

With a soft sigh, one of them picked up the jewelry box, setting it aside as life in the household returned to its quiet rhythm.

Dawn resumed her slow, half-retired routine—eating, sleeping, and occasionally taking Sunny for a stroll in the garden.