Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 152

Her fair skin seemed to glow under the lights.

"This bracelet is just a welcome gift from my mom. It has nothing to do with me.

But since we're married now, she'll probably keep giving you things. Maybe smaller, maybe even pricier. But that doesn't matter."

Ethan's gaze never left Dawn, like she were the only thing that existed. He added, "What matters is you're the one her son loves most. She'll treat you the same way she treats me. So whatever she gives you, just take it. If you don't, she'll feel uneasy. Understand?"

She felt a little dizzy. Though she didn't fully get everything, she caught the point behind his words.

She stayed quiet for a while. When she finally did, it wasn't about the bracelet. "Since Mrs. Jackson is moving in, shouldn't we ... live together?"

That question threw Ethan completely off.

He froze for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

She was nervous, but she'd been thinking about it for a long time.

As for the bracelet ...

Ethan was right. It was rude to refuse a gift from an elder.

Besides, like that ten-carat pink diamond ring, she wasn't going to wear it often anyway. She'd just store it away.

If things ever fell apart between them someday, she could return all of it.

Ethan didn't realize she was already thinking that far ahead. He just felt a little lost.

He held her hand, lightly rubbing her palm, like he was afraid to break something fragile.

His eyes dropped, so she couldn't see his expression. After a long moment, he spoke in a husky voice, "If you're not ready—"

"I'm ready." Dawn cut him off quickly, her words shaky but firm, almost rushed. "We're married now. You can't back out."

Both of them froze in shock after that.

Gosh, what did I just say?

Ethan pressed his tongue against his cheek and smiled.

Back out?

Most people might regret tying the knot, but not him. Only God knew how long he had been waiting, yearning for this day.

His eyes burned with feeling, his voice rough and low. "Yeah, I'm not going anywhere."

He thought self-deprecatingly, Ethan, look at yourself now.

It's so dark. What can he even read?

When Ethan lifted his head, she was bent forward slightly. Her fair legs were perfectly toned, slim, and flawless, making his restless mind spin.

Suddenly, she turned around with the hair dryer in her hand.

Their eyes locked, and the air grew heavy with an unspoken tension.

Ethan took a breath, tossed the book aside, and said, "Let me help you."

"Uh ... okay ... " Dawn had no experience with relationships, but she'd seen in dramas that boyfriends always helped their girlfriends with their hair.

The outlet was right by the couch, so she sat down.

She glanced sideways at him, noticing his wide frame under the thin loungewear and that faint woody scent clinging to him.

Dawn quietly sucked in a couple of breaths, grateful the dryer covered the sound.

Ethan's long fingers slid through her hair, slow and gentle.

That tender touch made both their hearts race.

After a few minutes, he switched the dryer off, and the sudden silence made Dawn's face burn even hotter.