Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 29: Isaac Vaughn Got Jealous

The familiar scent wrapped around her.

Her body recognized him before her mind did.

"Mmm..."

Natalie was spun around, and the next moment her lips were sealed—he ruthlessly stole the air from her mouth.

A faint trace of mint lingered on her tongue, sticky and sweet.

While he was lost in the kiss, Natalie bit him.

"Ah!"

Isaac pulled away, tasting blood at the tip of his tongue, his whole mouth tinged with iron.

"So vicious?" He couldn’t help laughing, long fingers pinching her nose. "You’re about to be accused of spousal murder."

"You had it coming."

Natalie shoved him away coldly and walked off.

Serves him right for scaring her.

Isaac caught up, yanked her into his arms, and leaned down to kiss her ear: "My bad. If you’re still pissed, I’ll let you bite again."

He stuck his arm out right by her mouth.

She pushed him away.

Isaac kept his arm around Natalie as they headed for the bar entrance.

Passing by Nina and her friends’ booth, he deliberately stopped and asked, "Want to say goodbye?"

Yeah, she should.

Just leaving would be rude.

Natalie had just opened her mouth, when Isaac threw in, all jealous and sour: "Especially got to say bye to that guy in the white tracksuit?"

She frowned at him, and he pinched her cheeks, teeth clenched: "Little Ear, guess what I’m doing here tonight? Catching you in the act!"

"I’m bored as hell stuck in the hospital keeping watch, and look at you—out here having a good time with some pretty boy."

With that tone, anyone who didn’t know better might think his heart was totally shattered.

Natalie was speechless.

She swatted his hand off, face cold, "Stop talking nonsense," then turned and headed for the booth.

*

After saying goodbye, she left the bar with Isaac.

Just about to get in the car when someone called out behind them: "Second Master Vaughn."

Natalie and Isaac turned. Isaac recognized his uncle’s old drinking buddies—and they’d met Natalie before.

He turned to Natalie and said, "Get in first."

She also recognized them and immediately dove into the front passenger seat.

The two men came over. One of them asked:

"How’s your uncle? We’re thinking of visiting him tomorrow."

Isaac leaned against the passenger side door, blocking their view of Natalie inside. "He’s okay. Gonna need to recover for a while, though."

The other one tilted his head, trying to peek inside the car, looking suspicious.

Isaac caught his look and said coolly, "We’re heading out."

Then he walked around to the driver’s side.

Once Isaac left, the guy still wanted to see who was in the front seat. Too bad—all he saw was a woman’s hair from the back.

His friend asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Isaac’s passenger—looks like Jason’s fiancée."

"No way. Must’ve been mistaken."

As the car drove off, Natalie glanced in the rearview mirror and finally exhaled in relief.

Isaac, steering with one hand, shot her a look: "They didn’t recognize you."

Back home, he followed Natalie into the bathroom.

She turned and glared at him.

He started undoing his buttons one-handed, grinning cheekily: "Let’s shower together."

She tried to push him out.

He raised his hands and backed out cooperatively, lips curled in a mischievous smile.

Until she finally slammed the door on him.

From behind the door,

His voice came through: "Wash up good. I’ll make you feel great later."

*

Natalie did NOT expect that "wash up good, feel great later" meant...this...

This was...way overboard.

She raised her arm to cover her face.

Isaac leaned over, lips glistening with water, and kissed her.

"No..." Natalie ducked away from him. "Don’t kiss me..."

"Disgusted by yourself?" Isaac traced her cheek, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

After all that fuss,

Natalie was exhausted, barely able to move. When he scooped her up to shower, he nearly got her trapped in the tub again.

She grabbed his hair and fought back, looking all pitiful at the corners of her eyes and brows.

Isaac gritted his teeth, held her tight and kissed her hard—then let her go for real.

As soon as she hit the bed, Natalie was out like a light.

Half-asleep, Isaac’s voice murmured in her ear, absolutely not up for debate: "A couple days from now, come with me to Grandpa’s birthday."

Natalie snapped most of the way awake in an instant.

It was a long moment before she mumbled, "Okay."

Isaac had no idea what made her agree so quickly.

Thrilled, he pulled her into his arms, patting her back like coaxing a sleepy kid. "Sleep."

Natalie scooted closer, nose to his chest, face buried against him, and drifted off.

——

Old Mr. Grant returned to Janton with Isaac and Vanessa Grant in one car.

Vanessa asked, "Where is she? You promised to bring her."

"Didn’t your spies keep you updated?" Isaac teased.

Vanessa got flustered, muttering under her breath, "How’d Nat get found out...?"

Isaac laughed.

Last night, his mom messaged Natalie, asking if she’d found out who Isaac was marrying.

He saw that message.

He was holding Natalie at the time, teaching her how to reply: "Tell my mom, that person is you."

Natalie’s eyes were red, nose was red—her whole face was flushed.

Pissed, she turned to smack him.

He clicked his tongue, scalp tingling, gritting his teeth as he patted her back: "Quit it."

Then proceeded to torment her well into the night.

When he left this morning, she was still asleep.

"What’s the rush? On Grandpa’s birthday, you’ll see her yourself."

Vanessa huffed.

A while later, she couldn’t help but say, "But I really like Jessica. Honey, you really don’t want Jessica?"

Isaac played with his phone, sounding lazy: "Like I said—if you like her so much, you marry her."

Vanessa shot him a furious glare.

Old Mr. Grant soothingly patted his daughter’s hand: "The kids will do what’s right for themselves. Besides, Isaac knows what he’s doing. He’s still young—just playing around."

"Marriage isn’t a game," Vanessa was still annoyed. "And what if I don’t get along with her? That’s going to drive me crazy."

"Honey, if me and her both fell in the water, who would you save first?"

Isaac: "...."

*

The Vaughn Residence.

Natalie was absolutely done with Isaac—refused to get out of the car no matter what.

Isaac waited outside, one hand braced on the roof, the other gripping the door handle.

At first, he was patient, coaxing her softly. But after ages and she was still inside, he went hard: "Either you come out and walk in on your own, or I’m carrying you in."

"Honey?"

Vanessa came looking for them.

Isaac gritted his teeth: "Get out."

Then he straightened up to face his mom.

Vanessa saw a pair of pale, slender legs peeking out from passenger side.

A few seconds later, a curvy figure stepped out.

When Vanessa saw her, she was stunned, eyes wide.

The girl had pink-blonde hair, a strapless bodycon dress so short it barely covered her thighs.

She wore huge black sunglasses—only half her face visible, but everyone could tell she was wearing heavy makeup.

She looked exactly like a club girl!

"Come on, say hi to Mom." Isaac put his arm around Natalie’s slim waist, grinning.

Natalie, fuming, secretly pinched Isaac’s side behind his back.

But still, she obediently greeted, "...Mom."

Vanessa: "...."

She’d just opened her mouth to speak when her phone rang.

"Hello, Jason? What’s up?"

"Nat? Wasn’t Nat supposed to be at the hospital?"

Once Vanessa hung up, Isaac asked, "What’s going on with Uncle Jason?"

Vanessa glanced again at the ’club girl’ in her son’s arms, her head aching.

"Uncle said Nat is missing, asked if I knew where she was."

"Oh." Isaac’s smile didn’t fade, arm tightening around Natalie.

Where was she?

Couldn’t be clearer—right in front of their eyes, as close as can be.