Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 518

Chapter 518 A Call From the Police

She exhaled slowly and soothingly ran her fingers over his face, her voice soft, carrying an unspoken coaxing tone. “I’ve got a meeting tomorrow morning, and you need to rest too. Let’s save it for next time, okay?”

Next time might be fine–but definitely not tonight.

The doctor had emphasized repeatedly: the first three months are critical; no intimacy.

Ethan’s deep eyes stayed on her for a few seconds. Then he rolled onto his side, staring at the ceiling, adjusting his breathing without saying a word.

Dawn bit her lip and turned away.

“Are you upset?”

“No.”

Ethan’s Adam’s apple rolled as he spoke, his hoarse voice smooth, like liquid honey. “I’m just thinking about how to really open someone’s heart.”

Dawn’s chest skipped a beat. Her breath caught for a moment.

Why would he say something like that?

Had he sensed something?

Her mind spun, every thought too heavy, too overwhelming to deal with.

“Don’t worry.” The man beside her sensed her stiffness. His voice was calm and gentle. “It’s just a problem at my company. Nothing to do with you.”

His explanation only made that previous line feel even stranger.

Still, Dawn could only nod along.

“Is it complicated?”

“Mm.”

Ethan turned his head toward her, speaking deliberately, word by word. “Very complicated.”

Dawn felt exposed under his gaze. She quickly raised her hand and pressed it against his temple, just enough to block the sharp intensity of his eyes, gently saying as she massaged, “All the more reason to rest properly. It’s already late. Be good, and once this hectic period is over, I’ll make it up to you.”

Ethan didn’t answer. He closed his eyes, letting her touch soothe him.

His breathing slowly evened out, as if he had already fallen asleep.

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Chapter 518 A Call From the Police

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Dawn finally exhaled, her gaze lingering on his handsome face for a long moment until the phone beside him buzzed. She quietly got up and picked it up.

The message on the screen made her

eyes widen.

Impossible…

Before she could react, another message arrived.

This time, it was an address.

“If you want to know, come see me. Now.”

Dawn barely had time to think it through. She threw on the first clothes she could find and grabbed the car keys.

The streets were quiet–few cars, few people. A silver Porsche sped down the overpass.

The address led to a corner café. It wasn’t busy, but it wasn’t deserted either.

Dawn parked casually on the street and glanced up. A man was sitting on a chair outside the door, dressed in a black jacket, his back to her, his face hidden.

It was him.

She took a deep breath and got out of the car.

With the door closing behind her, the phone vibrating in the passenger seat was left in the car.

At 3 a.m., Ethan got a call from the police. Dawn had been detained, and he needed to come immediately.

He arrived at the station 20 minutes later.

At that hour, only a few officers were on duty.

After finishing the paperwork and getting a brief overview, one officer politely said, “She’s inside, Mr. Jackson. You can see her first.”

Ethan frowned. “So you mean I can’t take her home today?”

“Ms. Porter is suspected of intentional assault. The victim is still in the hospital. We need the family to arrive first, to see their stance. If you cooperate and get Ms. Porter to speak, it may speed things up.”

The family was already there, but the young man remained silent.

Ethan said nothing and followed the officer toward the interview room.

Above the door, a transparent window offered a clear view inside.

A small square room. One table. One chair. Nothing else.

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Dawn sat quietly, her face pale, lips tightly pressed and dry. Perhaps from biting too hard, a faint bluish tint lingered there.

Ethan’s chest tightened. When the officer pushed the door open, he couldn’t help whispering hoarsely, “Please be gentle. Don’t scare her. Thank you.”

The officer froze, then nodded.

“Mr. Jackson, you’re being too polite.”

Ethan was a well–known entrepreneur in Northville, someone whose annual tax payments alone were staggering. Even high–ranking officers usually treated him with deference–yet just now, he had spoken to the officer politely.

The officer glanced inside. Ethan still stood by the door. Dawn sat inside, motionless.

This case would need to be handled carefully.

Inside the room.

Ethan lowered his gaze to Dawn. She was tense from head to toe; her hands on the table trembled slightly.

Clearly, she had been through extreme stress.

He furrowed his brows and stepped closer.

“Dawn.”

She didn’t seem to hear. He called again.

This time, Dawn lifted her head slightly. Her red–rimmed eyes met his. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

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