Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 182

He looked so down, as if someone had wronged him.

Dawn took a deep breath and finally called the front desk.

"That boy is a relative. Could you please get him some food? Um, nothing spicy, something light will do."

After hanging up, she laughed at herself.

"What, am I trying to be a saint?"

Dawn shook her head, got rid of the strange thoughts, and went to the conference room with her notebook.

By the time she finished work, it was almost 12.

When she came out, the boy was still slouched on the couch in almost the same spot.

He was holding the game console, but his eyes were unfocused, staring off into nowhere, lost in thought.

The food the front desk had ordered was on the table, with only the empty containers left.

Dawn spoke up. "Still hungry?"

"Oh."

The boy was startled by the sound of her voice and instinctively stood up. "Yeah, I'm hungry. Even if I wasn't, it's time to eat, right? Let's go, it's my treat."

Dawn gave him a quick glance but said nothing.

They headed downstairs.

Micah's eyes lit up when he saw the Maserati. He touched its smooth body like it were a treasure. "This is a custom model that's not for sale, and the engine is different from the original ... Dawn, let me drive!"

Dawn knew nothing about cars and was very suspicious of his driving skills.

"Do you have a license?"

"Of course!"

Micah smirked and pulled his license out of his bag. "I got mine when I was 16."

Dawn replied flatly, "Your foreign license won't work. You need an international one."

The boy's eyes went wide in disbelief. He wanted to argue, but didn't know what to say.

He stood there, his expression a mix of youthful innocence and defiance.

Yet with the sunlight falling on him, it made him seem like he was glowing.

Dawn thought to herself, This is definitely a kid who grew up in privilege. He'll be as confident as Ethan.

She looked down and smiled to herself, then opened the driver's side door and got in.

Ethan texted her, asking what she wanted for lunch. She looked at the boy outside and replied, "Micah and I will go to that restaurant you took me to last time that serves Northville cuisine."

The passenger door opened, and Micah got in.

He almost put his legs up on the dashboard, but he thought of something and quickly put them down.

Dawn couldn't help but suppress a laugh. She had figured out that this kid responded to a tough attitude, not a gentle one. If she were too nice to him, there was no telling what he would do.

"Seatbelt."

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