Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 5: She Became a Kept Woman

She looked up at him for a few seconds.

Silently got up, took her clothes into the bathroom, changed, and then followed him to the funeral home.

Proceed with the fastest process.

Just one day.

Granny Peterson turned into a photo on a tombstone.

Isaac Vaughn went down the mountain first.

It was an hour later before Natalie Kendall came down.

He was leaning against the car smoking, his expression cold and solemn, inexplicably matching the austere atmosphere of the cemetery.

She walked straight into the cemetery sales office.

Isaac Vaughn extinguished his cigarette and came in, overhearing her inquiring about a gravesite.

"Who are you buying it for?"

Natalie Kendall glanced back at him and replied, "For myself."

The staff member who was introducing the cemetery details to her instantly froze upon hearing this.

He had never encountered someone buying a gravesite for themselves.

"Are you sick?"

Isaac Vaughn’s black eyes darkened, and he grabbed her arm to pull her out, saying, "Did you get your head stuck in a door? How ominous!"

Natalie Kendall was violently stuffed into the car by him. Not feeling that she had done anything wrong, nor that this was ominous, she calmly explained, "I just want to keep Granny Peterson company in the future."

Isaac Vaughn ignored her and drove away from the cemetery.

After that, the two never contacted each other again.

——

A few days later.

Franklin Finch set up a gathering and invited both Isaac Vaughn and Scott Quinn.

"You two, have a drink. Whatever was before is over."

Both of them were handed drinks.

Scott Quinn downed his first.

Isaac Vaughn squinted slightly, swirled his glass, and then drank as well.

Not drinking would make him seem small-minded.

The atmosphere gradually heated up, and after a few rounds of drinks.

Scott Quinn actively sat down next to Isaac Vaughn.

"Natalie Kendall isn’t a virgin, is she?"

Isaac Vaughn raised an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in his pupils, and then slowly said, "What do you mean?"

"Heh!" Scott Quinn sneered, pulling out his phone to show him a photo.

Natalie Kendall with a guy.

The person taking the photo was clearly targeting Natalie Kendall.

The man in the photo only showed his back, but her face was clear.

"She’s been taken care of long ago! Every 5th of the month, they meet at Zenithar. And here I thought she was so pure!"

Scott Quinn hooked his arm around Isaac Vaughn’s shoulder, "If you don’t believe it, check out Zenithar on the 5th."

He clinked his glass against Isaac Vaughn’s with a "ding".

"I’m telling you as a brother, so you stay away from that bad luck! A woman like that isn’t worth it!"

As the party ended, Scott Quinn was kissing a slender, long-legged, curvy girl at the bar’s entrance.

Isaac Vaughn, cigarette in mouth, walked away.

Not long after, he suddenly received a call from his uncle, saying he’d be in Seaharbor on the 5th and wanted to have dinner with him, asking him to pick a place.

A place flashed through his mind.

With a mysterious compulsion, Isaac Vaughn blurted out, "Zenithar."

——

Natalie Kendall took a cab to Zenithar after class.

Every 5th of the month was her "date" with Jason Grant.

Their relationship was arranged by their families.

Jason Grant was 8 years older, and they’d marry when she reached the legal age.

She studied in Seaharbor, and the Grant family mandated that Jason had to come from Janton to see her every month.

The same hotel restaurant, the same seat.

Jason Grant took a picture with Natalie Kendall, arm around her shoulders, and sent it to Old Mr. Grant, then sat across from her.

His phone was right on the table, in plain view of Natalie Kendall, openly gifting yachts to a local internet celebrity from Seaharbor.

The screen was full of gift effects.

The internet celebrity couldn’t stop smiling, calling him "good brother" as she almost twisted her waist off to the DJ’s dance tune.

Natalie Kendall had been busy with assignments and hadn’t had time to eat properly in days.

Now she sat down to enjoy the meal.

Not long after, Jason Grant couldn’t wait to meet the internet celebrity at a hotel.

After eating, Natalie Kendall was about to go to the restroom before leaving.

Just as she was about to stand up, someone sat down in front of her.

"Oh. What a coincidence."

Scott Quinn crossed his legs, arms on the back of the chair, wearing a half-smile, eyes gleaming lewdly.

The last time they’d seen each other was the day Granny Peterson died, when she got into Isaac Vaughn’s car right in front of him.

Afterwards, he had called her many times and sent insulting messages, which she blocked.

Natalie Kendall didn’t want to deal with him, she got up to leave.

Scott Quinn stood up to block her, asking with ill intentions, "Where’s your sugar daddy?"

Natalie Kendall looked up, her face extremely cold, her tone full of disgust, "Get lost."

Scott’s face stiffened, "What’s with your attitude! I’m giving you face!"

He sneered again, "Coming to Zenithar every month to sell. You think no one knows?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Natalie’s ear, "But you’re deaf, so maybe not too high a price?"

Natalie heard his slander and insult, immediately showing a harsh face, smacking down his hand with a "slap".

She stared directly into Scott’s eyes, retaliating with both ridicule and anger, "Scott Quinn, you think I don’t know you’ve been following me for the past half year trying to date me? But I’m not interested in you. In my eyes, you’re just a piece of trash."

"You damn..." Scott, having his intentions exposed and his dignity trampled, raised his hand in a rage.

But before his hand could come down, someone stopped him.

Turning his head, he was surprised to see, "Isaac Vaughn?"

Isaac Vaughn’s gaze casually moved from Natalie’s face and nonchalantly pulled down his hand, nodding towards the surroundings, "Everyone’s watching. Hitting a woman, is it appropriate?"

Only then did Scott notice that people were whispering, and some were filming with their phones.

He had no choice but to take two steps back, creating some distance from Natalie.

Natalie maintained a cold face and started to walk away, but Isaac stopped her as she brushed past him.

"Wait for me in the car."

Natalie turned her head to meet his gaze.

She said nothing and left.

Scott was displeased, his tone cold and angry, "Isaac, what do you mean by this?"

Isaac chuckled, with a nonchalant demeanor, speaking slowly, "What, what do you mean?"

"Don’t play dumb with me!" Scott was about to explode.

Suddenly, he remembered something and sneered with narrowed eyes, "I asked you to come to Zenithar, and you actually did. What? Seeing Natalie Kendall, this bitch, you believe me now?"

Isaac’s expression turned cold.

He was certain that it was Natalie’s first time with him.

But her appearance at Zenithar was also confirmed by his own eyes, undeniably true.

Leaving Zenithar, Isaac saw Natalie obediently seated in the passenger seat of his car.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and inexplicably, he felt more at ease.

——

Back in Oakhaven.

As soon as they entered the house, Natalie said she needed to use the bathroom.

Isaac pointed in a direction and told her to take a shower afterward, because later, he would have her up...on him.

He spoke bluntly without any disguise.

Natalie’s face flushed crimson.

She glared at him furiously.

Isaac grinned roguishly, "What? You followed me back and didn’t expect me to do anything?"

It wasn’t until she finished her shower in the bathroom that Natalie realized she didn’t have any clean clothes to change into.

There at the island.

Isaac was shirtless, wearing only pajama pants, the waistband loosely hanging on his hips, with a slight indent at his V-line, exuding a sexy and intense masculine aura.

He had a cigarette between his lips, holding a pan in one hand and chopsticks in the other, preparing to plate some pasta.

When he looked up, he saw Natalie.

Her long hair was down, and her skin, like high-quality white porcelain, was a light pink, even her cheeks carried a blush.

She was wearing his shirt, which reached her upper thighs, just covering her hips.

Her legs were long and straight, her thighs slightly fleshy, more on the full and curvy side.

Isaac didn’t fancy the overly slender or pale types; Natalie’s figure perfectly hit his aesthetic sweet spot.

She walked over and sat on the high stool by the island.

She wasn’t short, standing at 168 cm.

But this chair seemed custom-made for Isaac’s height of 187 cm.

Sitting on it, her toes barely touched the ground.

"I’ve already eaten," she said, resting her chin on her hand.

"Mhm, I haven’t." Isaac replied.

Natalie watched him serve the pasta into a beautiful plate, blinking.

Her eyes, like a curious fawn exploring something new, were clear and pure.

Isaac pushed the plate of pasta toward her with his index finger, blowing out a puff of smoke.

Natalie picked up some noodles and took a bite.

Before she could pick up a second bite, Isaac pulled the plate back.

"Don’t eat it all."

Natalie licked her lips, still wanting more, and pouted, "So stingy."

Isaac swiftly finished the plate of pasta, placed the empty plate in the sink, and with a long stride, came toward her.

Natalie gasped lightly, as he grabbed her waist and lifted her off the high stool, placing her on the island.

"No..."

"No what?" Isaac kissed her neck, deliberately twisting the meaning, "Wearing my clothes is just for this, right?"

"No, just needed clean clothes to change, that’s why I wore yours..." Natalie’s eyes were misty with emotions as he kissed her.

Finding the island too cold and hard, Isaac carried her to the bedroom.

An arrow set on the string.

Yet they discovered——