Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 198: Her Lack of Resistance Equals Consent
Today, Natalie Kendall wore a sky-blue dress with a crisp silhouette.
She was already quite tall, and with the addition of six-centimeter heels, her aura was fully unleashed.
Lucas Lowell’s friend was also tall, standing at 183 centimeters, with long legs and broad shoulders.
The handsome man and beautiful woman walking together were a sight for sore eyes.
When she said she was sobering up, Natalie was actually planning to leave.
Just as she was thinking about how to tell the people around her, a hand suddenly climbed up her waist.
She instantly stiffened, her heart sinking, eyes cold.
Whether Lucas’s friend really thought she was heavily drunk or felt that their previous conversation had gone well, giving him the illusion that she was interested in him,
Whatever the reason, this move was overstepping bounds.
Just as Natalie was about to break free from that hand and sternly warn its owner about his boundary-crossing behavior, she heard a sudden cry of pain from the person beside her.
At the same time, the hand on her waist was gone.
Perhaps Natalie had indeed drunk quite a bit.
Because without that hand, she suddenly found herself unsteady.
Luckily, another hand appeared, firmly supporting her lower back.
Her body reacted before her mind.
Almost as soon as the new hand touched her, she leaned into it.
The result was the palm of that hand tightly fitting against her lower back, intimately intertwined.
A familiar, yet chillingly exciting woody scent lingered around her nose.
"Are you okay?"
Isaac Vaughn lowered his head to check on the person in his arms.
Originally, he had planned to just watch her from afar today, thus keeping a low profile.
But upon seeing her leave with someone, he couldn’t sit still.
Thinking of what Lucas had said about providing her with a groomsman.
How could he stay calm?
Chasing after them, he saw that man actually trying to hold her waist.
"Who are you?"
Lucas’s friend had just returned from abroad and didn’t recognize Isaac Vaughn.
But not recognizing didn’t mean he couldn’t sense it; Isaac’s imposing aura made him uneasy.
Holding his still aching wrist, he tentatively asked this harmless question.
Isaac Vaughn was holding Natalie; she didn’t push him away, softly and quietly nestled in his arms, which made him both excited and thrilled.
With a cold expression lacking any patience, he spat out a single word: "Scram."
With that, he took Natalie away.
Lucas’s friend didn’t dare to chase after them.
After they left, he took out his phone to call Lucas.
But Lucas was busy, and despite four or five attempts, he couldn’t get through.
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Isaac Vaughn carried Natalie into the car, and just as he was about to start it, he heard her mumble that she felt uncomfortable and wanted to throw up.
Isaac wasn’t worried about her throwing up in the car, but was concerned she’d feel uncomfortable, so he took her back to the hotel.
Lucas had booked out the entire hotel, allowing guests to choose any room to rest.
Isaac brought Natalie into a room and helped her into the bathroom.
"Little Ear, do you need to throw up?"
Natalie, holding onto the sink, gently shook her head.
He then took her back to the room and settled her on the bed.
"Little Ear."
Isaac softly called her, helping her sit up and lean against him.
The edge of a cool glass cup was pressed to her lips, and he softly coaxed her, "Drink some water, mixed with honey."
Natalie drank two sips with his help, not once opening her eyes, her long lashes gently resting against her eyelids.
Isaac carefully placed the cup on the bedside table with one hand, while the other gently supported her as she laid back onto the pillow.
As soon as her head touched the pillow, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Her misty eyes were vague and ambiguous, seemingly both awake and still drunk.
Isaac felt as if he was being drawn into an inescapable vortex.
By the time he came to his senses, he was already unable to resist leaning in, lightly touching his thin lips to her soft pink lips.
She didn’t resist.
To him, no resistance was equivalent to indulgence.
Indulgence to gain more.
So, his hand caressed her face, gently lifting her chin to deepen the kiss.
