Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 313

**TITLE: Beseeched 313**

In that fleeting moment, Dawn seemed to embody the essence of childhood, nestled against her mother like a spoiled little girl, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth. It had been an eternity since she had felt this level of ease wash over her. The gentle concern radiating from Sandra prompted a yearning within Dawn to unburden her heart, to share the tumultuous experiences that had recently clouded her life.

“Mom, I’m so tired,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

“Mom, I’m actually so confused,” she continued, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic dance.

The weight of her confusion was overwhelming, and she felt adrift, unsure of the events that had transpired or the uncertainties that lay ahead. Her life felt like a jumbled mess, a puzzle with pieces that refused to fit.

Yet, when the words finally tumbled from her lips, they were a facade. “I’m fine, really. Work’s done for now, so I can take a short break. Look, I’ve even gained weight, haven’t I?” she said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Sandra scrutinized her daughter’s face, shaking her head in disbelief. “You definitely lost weight,” she countered, her tone laced with motherly concern.

“Then you should make me something good to eat,” Dawn replied, nudging closer, her playful demeanor returning.

“I want to sleep with you tonight,” she added, her voice softening as she leaned against her mother, seeking that familiar sanctuary.

“Alright,” Sandra agreed without hesitation, a smile breaking across her face. “I’ll tell your dad to sleep in the study.”

Dawn felt a spark of joy ignite within her at the thought. The next morning, they ventured out for groceries, and Sandra filled their cart with a mountain of fresh ingredients, carefully selecting everything that Dawn adored.

Their laughter and chatter filled the air as they returned home, the mundane act of shopping transformed into a cherished memory. However, as they approached their driveway, a sleek car caught Dawn’s eye, and she felt a tightening in her chest.

“Oh, your uncle’s back,” Sandra said, her voice dropping to a whisper, as if the very mention of him could alter the atmosphere.

“I promise I didn’t tell him you were coming. It’s just a coincidence,” she added, her eyes darting nervously.

Dawn forced a smile, though it felt brittle. “I know, Mom,” she replied, her heart racing in anticipation.

Before she could gather her thoughts or formulate a response, the tall, familiar figure of Austin emerged, his presence commanding yet surprisingly unperturbed by her arrival.

“Back already? And you’re not coming inside? Planning to stand guard at the door?” he questioned, his voice low and teasing, but with an undercurrent of something more serious.

Sandra’s gaze shifted between them, a silent observer caught in a web of unspoken tension. She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Well, I’m going to go cook first. Dawn, you haven’t seen your uncle in a long time. You two should catch up.”

With that, she slipped away, leaving the two of them alone in the yard, the air thick with unspoken words.

“How are things between you and him?” Austin’s voice broke the silence, deep and probing.

Dawn exhaled slowly, her breath escaping like a whisper of relief. “Very well,” she replied, though the weight of her words felt heavier than they should.

“What does that mean?” Austin’s brow furrowed, concern etched across his features. “Ethan’s all over the internet right now. Are you that calm, or just pretending?”

His tone echoed the authoritative figure she remembered from her childhood, a reminder of the distance that had grown between them.

With a cheerful laugh that lingered in the air, she dashed off toward the kitchen, leaving Austin standing there, his thoughts swirling in a haze of nostalgia.

As noon approached, the entire family gathered around the table, the warmth of their presence filling the room.

It had been ages since they had shared such a lively meal together, and the atmosphere was vibrant with laughter and chatter. Jessica, ever the life of the party, beamed as she ordered the maid to fetch wine. “It’s rare for both Dawn and Austin to be back. We should all have a drink today! I’ll have some too!” she declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Harry sighed, his expression one of resigned exasperation. “Mom, you shouldn’t drink,” he cautioned, concern lacing his tone.

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Jessica shot back, her glare fierce. “How many days do I have left to live? Every drink might be my last, so stop telling me what to do!”

In the face of her determination, the family fell silent, unable to argue with her.

After quickly downing two cups, Dawn, feeling bold, reached for Jessica’s glass. “Grandma, you can’t drink too much of this. We have to save some for next time,” she said, her voice playful yet firm.

Reluctantly, Jessica relented, a smile breaking through her initial resistance.

Once lunch concluded, Harry returned to the company, and Sandra received an unexpected call that pulled her away as well.

Jessica’s eyes darted around the room, a glint of mischief in her gaze.

Before long, she emerged with a small bag, accompanied by the maid. “Dawn, my old friends invited me out. You and your uncle stay home and don’t fight,” she instructed, a playful tone masking her intent.

**Chapter 314 A Hunch**