Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 71: Amnesia

"Isaac Vaughn, what do you mean by this?"

Natalie Kendall asked him coldly, "Why are you keeping me here?"

Using the word "keeping" because she could leave the house but couldn’t leave the courtyard.

As soon as she tried to go out, she would be stopped and sent back, told that without Second Young Master Vaughn’s permission, she couldn’t step out of the courtyard.

She had looked around, noticing there were no neighbors, so calling for help was useless.

She didn’t have a cell phone either.

She didn’t have to think hard to know he took it away.

"I want to leave."

"No." Isaac Vaughn refused without changing his expression.

Natalie Kendall’s face turned pale with anger, "Isaac Vaughn, this is illegal confinement!"

"Yes, it is."

He actually admitted it without batting an eye.

Natalie Kendall was momentarily speechless, genuinely at a loss for words.

"Little Ear, can we talk?"

Isaac Vaughn reached out to hold her hand again, but she avoided him first.

"No."

She climbed out of bed from the other side and walked towards the door, "I have nothing to talk to you about."

But before her hand could open the door, Isaac Vaughn embraced her from behind.

He didn’t dare to hold her too tightly.

Even though he wanted to hug her tightly.

But her body had just recovered.

"Where are you going?"

"Leaving. I can’t stay here!" Natalie Kendall struggled in his arms.

Isaac Vaughn feared hurting her, so he reluctantly let her go.

Yet he stepped forward to block the door.

Natalie Kendall’s gaze was icy as she restrained her surging anger, speaking word by word:

"I still have to take care of Granny Peterson’s funeral!"

Isaac Vaughn froze.

It took him a while to find his voice, "You said, what? Granny Peterson’s funeral?"

"Yes."

She remembered arriving at the hospital, where the doctor informed her that Granny Peterson had sadly passed away.

The one who had been with her for so long was gone.

She wasn’t able to keep Granny Peterson.

She couldn’t keep anyone.

Later, she lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the doctor, asked for many strange questions.

After that, she inexplicably ended up here.

Though she didn’t know exactly how long it had been, she had to get to the hospital immediately.

Granny Peterson must still be waiting for her in the morgue.

She couldn’t leave Granny Peterson there.

"You..."

Although she had heard from the doctor that she had some memory issues.

Truly hearing it herself, witnessing it at this moment, Isaac Vaughn couldn’t calmly accept it.

A pain started in his stomach and quickly climbed to his heart.

His face turned pale, and his body slightly hunched from the pain.

"What’s wrong?" Natalie Kendall looked at him in surprise, seeing him appear so uncomfortable.

"It’s nothing." After a long while, Isaac Vaughn finally said with a hoarse voice, "Granny Peterson’s funeral has already been handled."

"What?" Natalie Kendall was stunned, "Handled? Who did it?"

Isaac Vaughn exhaled, easing the piercing pain.

"I took care of it. Granny Peterson has been laid to rest, you can be at ease. After a while, if you want to visit her, I’ll accompany you, okay?"

"You said you handled Granny Peterson’s funeral?"

Natalie Kendall was still in disbelief.

She stared at Isaac Vaughn with a mix of suspicion.

It took a while until she seemed to believe him.

"Thank you."

This way, the weight in her heart felt a bit lighter.

But thinking of Granny Peterson still made her sad.

Isaac Vaughn reached out to hold her shoulders, controlling his strength, afraid to hurt her.

Carefully asked, "What do you remember? Up to where?"

Natalie Kendall found Isaac Vaughn’s behavior strange.

She looked at him, expressionless, and asked back, "What do you mean?"

Isaac Vaughn fixed his gaze on her eyes, not missing a single change in her eyes, "Little Ear, do you truly not remember?"

After all, she had a "history".

Previously, she clearly heard the recording from the doll but pretended for so long that she hadn’t.

"Should I remember something?" Natalie Kendall thought he was indeed very strange, asking such inexplicable questions.

Isaac Vaughn recalled the doctor’s assessment of her condition, that she subconsciously felt hurt by those events and hence chose to avoid and forget.

This kind of amnesia might trigger remembrance at some moment or might not.

But none of that mattered.

The important thing was, she had returned to his side.

Though the memories ended when they first met, it was actually better this way.

They could start fresh.

"No."

Isaac Vaughn stretched out and embraced her, burying his face in her neck, "It’s all okay now."

Natalie Kendall furrowed her brow.

She didn’t understand why Isaac Vaughn was suddenly so intimate with her.

Just as she was about to push him away, she heard him ask:

"Hungry?"

Isaac Vaughn let her go, "I’ll cook you some pasta, okay?"

Natalie Kendall was just about to say she wasn’t hungry, but her stomach betrayed her.

With a grumble.

She knew Isaac Vaughn heard it.

Because he laughed.

Natalie Kendall’s expression turned cold as he forcefully took her hand and led her downstairs.

In the kitchen.

He expertly started boiling water for pasta.

Natalie Kendall stood behind him, her gaze quiet yet vigilant, assessing him.

Soon, the pasta was ready.

He found a beautiful plate to serve the pasta, then brought it to the dining room with one hand holding the plate and the other holding hers.

"Eat up."

The pasta was pushed to her.

Natalie Kendall glanced at him, picked up the fork and started eating.

It tasted quite good.

She soon finished the whole plate of pasta.

Isaac Vaughn sat across from her the entire time, gazing at her with fondness.

So much so that when Natalie Kendall unintentionally lifted her eyes and met his gaze, she froze.

Because his eyes held too much emotion that she couldn’t understand.

As if he had been in love with her for a long time.

Though they had clearly known each other only briefly.

But Natalie Kendall couldn’t deny that she had some feelings for him.

Especially after hearing he handled Granny Peterson’s funeral.

Granny Peterson was very important to her, more so than her own family.

"Where is Granny Peterson’s gravesite?"

"Why? Do you plan to buy a plot next to hers?"

Isaac Vaughn’s words fell, and he saw Natalie’s surprised expression.

That surprise was evidently surprise at having been seen through.

She really was consistent.

Isaac Vaughn chuckled.

Natalie Kendall coughed lightly, her ear tips slightly red, speaking softly: "I just..."

"You just want to accompany her in the future."

Isaac Vaughn got up and came to her side, placing an arm on the back of her chair like he was holding her.

"I know. Because she means a lot to you."

Natalie Kendall looked at him more surprised.

How could he so accurately guess her thoughts?

Amazingly spot on.

She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes.

She thought he might find the idea of a living person buying a grave for themselves strange or unlucky.

Unexpectedly, he understood her.

After the meal, Isaac Vaughn asked if she wanted to stroll in the courtyard to digest.

Thinking of being confined within the courtyard, Natalie Kendall’s face turned cold, losing interest.

Isaac Vaughn led her back upstairs, and as soon as they were in the room, he embraced her tightly, pressing her against the wall.

He couldn’t wait to get to the bed.

He wanted to kiss her.

Right now.

"Little Ear."

He lowered his head and approached, his heated breath instantly mingling with Natalie Kendall’s slightly quickened inhales.

She didn’t understand how he suddenly gave her such a nickname, calling her Little Ear repeatedly.

But she knew she didn’t reject the name.

In fact, she kind of liked it.

Isaac Vaughn’s lips pressed against hers.

At first, softly brushing, carefully kneading, gently pecking.

Cautious, testing her reaction for any aversion or resistance.

She was so obedient it was absurd.

Her eyes closed, eyelashes long and dense, casting a shadow over her eyelids like the fronds of a palm fan.

Then he lost control.

He began to conquer and plunder, taking by storm.

The oxygen in Natalie Kendall’s mouth was overly taken, making her soft, yielding to his demands.

A faint blush spread from her ear tips to her cheeks, climbing up to her eyes, and blossoming at the corners.

When released, she had moist, pure doe eyes, gazing at Isaac Vaughn with purity and desire.

Isaac Vaughn could hardly resist becoming a wolf.