Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 180

Ethan's eyes turned dark. He took the phone away from his ear and looked at it again, confirming there was no name saved. He put it back and laughed coldly. "What? Keep you company?"

The person on the other end didn't reply.

Ethan's short questions were full of danger.

The other person was quiet for two seconds and then hung up.

The phone returned to the home screen and went dark shortly after. Ethan's dark eyes looked foggy as he rubbed the side of the phone with his long finger.

After a while, he set the phone back on the table.

He picked up a book.

He flipped it open casually, not even noticing where he landed, and didn't turn another page for a long time.

Half an hour later, sounds came from the bathroom. The woman stepped out in pajamas, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, swaying slightly as if it might fall.

Ethan furrowed his brow, stood up, and pulled a hairdryer from the cabinet.

Dawn naturally stopped in front of him, waiting for the thoughtful service.

The wind was blowing loudly. She looked up, and Ethan happened to sweep her hair to the left, blocking her view.

He continued to blow dry the hair.

Then to the right.

The process didn't take long, but for some reason, Dawn felt like something was off about his mood.

"Ethan ... "

She had just called his name when the man, who had just put the hairdryer away, came back to her.

His dark, hazy eyes were like an animal's, as if he were holding back some kind of feeling.

Dawn just watched as he walked toward her, step by step.

Some things are hard to talk about directly, but when the mood is right and no one else is around, it's the perfect time for them to happen.

When Dawn came out of the bathroom, Ethan looked up at her, and with just that fleeting glimpse, his body temperature began to rise.

Her hair was already dry.

He walked over and pressed her against the wall without a single word.

Tara and Hannah seemed to sense something and didn't come upstairs to bother them, but even so, Dawn didn't dare make a sound.

Afterward, she sat on the couch, her face flushed and her breathing uneven.

She ran her fingers through her hair and reached for her phone.

It was 9:10.

Outside, everything was quiet. Inside, the only sounds were the water from the bathroom and her own wild heartbeat.

Ethan came out of the shower with just a towel around his waist. The water made his face look even more striking and defined, and his toned body, especially his V-line, was incredibly tempting.

He was holding a towel and drying his dripping hair.

When he saw her on the couch, he smiled.

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