Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 62: I’m Your Husband, I Don’t Agree to the Divorce
Their eyes met.
Natalie turned around and walked out.
Isaac’s expression changed. He cursed under his breath, shoved the woman in his arms away, and got up to chase after her.
"Hey? Why’s Isaac leaving?"
"Isaac, not gonna feed anymore?"
Franklin rolled his eyes at the jeering crowd, "Feed my ass! The damn backyard’s on fire!"
"Stop! Where do you think you’re going?"
Isaac grabbed Natalie’s arm from behind.
Natalie had always known he was an asshole.
Honestly, it didn’t matter anymore.
They were getting divorced anyway.
He could do whatever he wanted—it had nothing to do with her.
Once she figured that out, she turned to Isaac, her tone flat: "It’s been an hour, I’m not late. Give me my stuff."
Isaac’s face darkened; he ground his teeth. "You got nothing else to say to me?"
Natalie looked him straight in the eye and answered plainly: no.
Isaac was so angry he laughed. He squeezed her nose, "Little Ear, where’s your conscience?"
Natalie’s nose hurt from his grip. Face cold, she slapped his hand away.
She thought for a second, then kindly warned him, "Isaac, try not to play too dirty. Don’t want you dropping dead from some disease."
Isaac couldn’t help but laugh from sheer anger.
"Well, thanks! For being so damn thoughtful towards your husband!"
"Ex-husband."
"We’re not divorced yet!"
Isaac said it with a dark face, then switched moods in a flash, sighed, and tried to grab her hand.
She struggled hard, but he wouldn’t let go.
"I saw you at the mall today. With Noah."
Natalie frowned slightly.
"What I did just now was on purpose. I wanted to piss you off, make you jealous. Who told you to piss me off."
Natalie just stared at him, speechless—this guy really needed his head checked. He really was sick.
She yanked her hand away, told him coldly, "I’m done being played like this by you. It’s boring."
"Isaac, just sign the papers already. Let’s part ways peacefully, okay?"
"No." Isaac folded his arms, an asshole through and through. "I’m your husband. I don’t agree to a divorce."
Natalie said, "Then we’ll see each other in court."
They parted on bad terms.
——
Natalie went back to Mount Corvix to talk to her grandpa. She said she had to return to Seaharbor.
She’d been asking for too many leaves lately. The teachers were kind about it, but she felt bad herself.
She just bought a high-speed train ticket for the day after tomorrow when Vanessa Grant called. Vanessa wanted her help visiting Old Mr. Grant in the hospital, to calm him down.
"We can’t hide what happened with Jason forever. But considering Grandpa’s health, we have to ease him in. Nat, could you help?"
"It’s no trouble. I’ll come by tomorrow morning."
"Thanks." Vanessa squeezed her phone tightly.
It was obvious Vanessa wanted to say more, but in the end, Natalie didn’t hear anything else.
The next day, Natalie went to the hospital and ran into Isaac and Vanessa chatting outside the ward.
Vanessa sounded annoyed: "Your grandpa’s sick. Your uncle and... Dora don’t bother to show up. They can vacation with you, though."
"We had a fight," Isaac said. "In the middle of a divorce." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Vanessa’s eyes widened. "Divorce? What kind of fight was it?"
Isaac’s brows were twisted with frustration. He rubbed his temples. "We’ll make up. There’s no way I’m divorcing her."
"Babe, you really like her that much?"
"I guess I do." Isaac replied without even thinking.
But his eyes weren’t that clear-cut.
Natalie turned and walked away.
When she came back a while later, Isaac and Vanessa had already gone inside.
Looked like they went in.
She finally headed toward the ward.
Old Mr. Grant was happy to see her, chatted with her a lot, and even asked how the wedding planning with Jason was going.
Vanessa turned her head away, afraid her father would see the tears shimmering in her eyes.
Natalie said everything was going well.
"Good. Nat, if Jason ever gives you trouble, just tell me. I’ll straighten him out."
"Okay."
"Nat, you and Jason, you’re getting married soon, getting married..."
Old Mr. Grant muttered.
It was like he already sensed something but didn’t dare believe it.
*
She stayed for a while and then said her goodbyes.
By the time Isaac chased after her, she was already in the elevator, headed down.
He took the stairs immediately.
But when he got outside, he saw her getting into Noah’s car.
His face clouded, pitch-dark eyes cold as ice.
In the car.
Natalie put on her seatbelt. "You didn’t have to pick me up. I could get home myself."
"It’s fine."
Noah smiled, started the car.
Natalie had agreed to meet Noah three more times, but with every meeting, she hoped he’d refuse, so they could stop seeing each other sooner.
But Noah always smiled and just said, "See you next time."
The next day.
At noon, Natalie took the high-speed train from Janton back to Seaharbor.
She didn’t have afternoon classes, but she still went to campus anyway.
Met with a teacher for a bit, then spent two hours reading in the library.
She went home in the evening, made a bucket of instant noodles, had some biscuits, and did homework while eating.
She spent the next two days quietly like this.
That day after class, she suddenly got an email from some app.
In a week, she’d turn twenty.
Starting today, the app would send her an email each day—a birthday countdown till her birthday arrived.
Natalie wasn’t really looking forward to her birthday. She deleted the email, packed her things, and got ready to go home.
Just out the school gate, she saw Noah waiting for her by his car.
Occasionally girls walking by would steal a few glances at him.
But his eyes never left Natalie—not once.
"You came to Seaharbor?" Natalie walked over, face betraying no surprise.
Noah smiled and opened the car door for her. "Is there anything good to eat in Seaharbor? I’m not familiar with the place. Could you recommend something?"
Natalie wasn’t really familiar with that either. She looked up a random restaurant online with decent reviews.
They ate and chatted. Noah did most of the talking; Natalie, as always, stayed quiet, but it didn’t stop him from going on and on.
His topics weren’t dull at all. Whatever he talked about was animated and vivid, so anyone listening felt drawn in.
Afterward, coming out of the place, Noah was still in high spirits. He asked if she’d like to catch a movie—he’d seen online that two films had good reviews.
Natalie knew her next words would probably kill his good mood, but she was going to say them anyway.
"This is our third time meeting."
Before she could finish, Noah’s face had already changed.
"Did I not do well enough?" He gave a pained smile. "Can’t you give me another chance?"
"Sorry, we’re really not right for each other. Let’s not meet again."
When she finished, Natalie nodded goodbye politely, then turned and left without a second thought.
Noah stared at her determined retreating back, hands clenched into fists at his sides, a cold, vicious glint in his eyes.
Natalie took a cab home.
Getting out of the elevator, she was about to open her door when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
She turned instinctively, looked back—and was surprised to see who was there.
"You..."
