Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382 Old Habits, New Distance

Chapter 382 Old Habits, New Distance

Ethan’s chest tightened as if someone were squeezing his heart in their palm.

He frowned deeply and couldn’t help but rest his hand on the soft crown of her head.

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Dawn really did seem drunk. She leaned unconsciously into his palm, nuzzling against it with quiet trust.

After a while, her soft sobs faded.

She was asleep.

The car fell silent except for the sound of two steady breaths. Ethan leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice, “What happened?”

Tony glanced at the rearview mirror and replied in a whisper, “Ms. West is trying to buy out Dreammaker Studios. Besides Miles, she’s meeting with two other shareholders.”

Ethan gave a faint chuckle.

Tony couldn’t tell what that meant, so he cautiously asked, “Mr. Jackson, should we stop her?”

“Why would I stop her?”

If Dawn managed to win those shareholders over and buy their shares, her stake would surpass his. Wouldn’t that mean Dreammaker Studios would change hands?

Sure, what Dawn said before wasn’t wrong–Dreammaker Studios had started because of her.

But still… things weren’t the same now.

Ethan didn’t explain further. He looked down at the woman in his arms, his gaze dark and intense enough to pull her in.

“You’d rather cozy up to those men than come to me, is that it?”

The car soon pulled up at the hotel. Ethan got out, carrying her in his arms. Tony hurried to open the door. “Mr. Jackson, let me take her.”

Ethan gave him a cold look. “No need.”

As they walked past, Tony lightly smacked his own forehead. That was Ethan’s one and only Mrs. Right–why was he even trying to help?

At the front desk, the young receptionist’s eyes widened when she saw Ethan.

“Good evening, sir. How can I help you?”

Ethan tossed the purse from his arm onto the counter. “Her room card’s inside. Check which room it is.”

“Uh…” According to policy, only registered guests could go up. And the woman in his arms looked completely passed out. Could she really let this man take her up?

Even with his face that handsome, the receptionist wasn’t that naive.

“Sir, has this lady been drinking? We can have a staff member take her upstairs safely.”

Ethan frowned. “I’ll take her myself. Just check the room.”

“Sir, I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to go up.”

A vein twitched at his temple. “I’m her husband.”

“Then may I see your marriage certificate?”

The receptionist’s innocent expression only made it worse. Watching his face darken, she grew more certain he was up to no good. Handsome or not, men like that couldn’t be trusted.

She remembered seeing this woman earlier–beautiful, confident.

Thinking that, the receptionist’s smile disappeared.

“Sir, if you can’t show proof, please hand her over to me. We’ll make sure she gets to her room safely.”

She exchanged a look with her coworker, and together they stepped out from behind the counter. Half politely, half firmly, they took Dawn from his arms.

Ethan’s face darkened even more, but seeing their wary expressions, he knew there was no getting past them tonight.

He shut his eyes for a moment, took a slow breath, and said coldly, “I am her husband.”

“Sure you are.”

Anyone could say that.

But without proof? No chance.

Ethan let out a sharp laugh, dropped his hand to his side, and turned to leave.

“Unbelievable. Looks all refined but turns out to be a creep,” the receptionist muttered, then started helping Dawn toward the elevator.

Just as they turned the corner, the woman in their arms suddenly lifted her head.

She brushed her hair back, smiling sweetly at their stunned faces.

“Thank you. You’ve been a big help.”

Her eyes were clear and bright–no trace of drunkenness anywhere.

The receptionist blinked, pointing toward the exit, then back at her. “Wait … you

that man-”

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“It’s fine. He really isn’t a good person,” Dawn said with a small laugh. She took her purse the girl’s hands. “Thanks for saving me some trouble. I’ll be sure to let your manager know how helpful you were.”

With that, she waved goodbye and headed to her room.

Her phone showed several missed calls–all from Mason.

She called him back. “I’m fine. Go home and rest.”

“Yes, Ms. West.” Then Mason hesitated. “About Mr. Jackson …‘

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Dawn’s lips curved into a confident smile. “Give it three days. He’ll personally hand me Dreammaker Studios.”

Mason paused. “So contacting those shareholders … that was just to mislead Mr. Jackson?”

“Why? Is that a problem?”

Dawn put the phone on speaker and tossed it onto the bed.

As she undressed, she added casually, “After everything he’s done to upset me, letting me use him for once is the least he deserves.”