Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 114: As Long As You Don’t Get Tired of It

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: As Long As You Don’t Get Tired of It

Natalie Kendall heard this and turned to meet Vanessa Grant’s gaze.

Vanessa cleared her throat, "Hey, isn’t your stomach upset? How can you eat something so sour? Aren’t you worried it’ll upset your stomach?"

As she spoke, she muttered sourly and with a hint of jealousy, "Isaac was all eager to make you soup to nourish your stomach, but you don’t pay any attention at all. What a waste of effort."

"What’s going on?"

At this point, Isaac Vaughn walked over.

Vanessa immediately "reported," "Nat just ate a whole tangerine. Isn’t her stomach uncomfortable? And you’re here making her soup for her stomach!"

The last sentence was obviously flavored with jealous "private goods."

Isaac explained, "This is a mandarin; it’s good for the stomach."

Vanessa glared, "This tangerine is so sour, you’re lucky it doesn’t make her stomach worse, let alone ’nourish’ it. Who are you fooling?"

She felt her son was making things up to stick up for Natalie.

Isaac couldn’t help but laugh and didn’t argue further.

"Let’s eat. Come on, time for dinner."

The housekeeper had made four dishes, one meat and three vegetables.

Because Isaac mentioned Natalie’s stomach wasn’t well, special attention was given to balanced nutrition.

Vanessa glanced over and pouted, "Where’s the soup? Why don’t I see it? What, the soup’s only for your wife—none for the rest of us, huh?"

"Mom," Isaac said helplessly, "the soup’s not ready yet. Still cooking."

Vanessa huffed.

During the whole meal, Isaac kept putting food on Natalie’s plate, attentive as could be.

The more Vanessa ate, the more jealous she felt—it was like swimming in a vat of vinegar.

Just then, Ansel Vaughn called saying he was nearby and would come pick her up.

She decided she had no place here, put down her chopsticks, grabbed her bag, and left to find her husband for some comfort.

An hour after dinner—

Natalie drank the soup Isaac had personally made under the auntie’s guidance.

"How does it taste?"

"It’s pretty good."

She finished two bowls in one go, and when she reached for a third, Isaac stopped her.

"Too much soup might make you uncomfortable. If you like it, I’ll make it for you every day."

"Even after I’m well?"

Isaac held her and kissed her hair, "I’ll keep making it as long as you’re not bored of it."

"Wait till I come back to make it again," Natalie looked up at him. "I’ve got to do charity work in the mountains for a few days."

"When?"

"Leaving tomorrow morning."

"You’re only telling me now?" Isaac frowned slightly. "I’ve got a project on my hands, might not be able to free up time."

If she’d said earlier, he could’ve made arrangements.

"You’ve got your work. It’s just a few days," Natalie leaned against his chest.

"Alright." At this point, there wasn’t much he could do.

Isaac stroked her back, "I’ll help pack your things in a bit."

——

Before dawn the next day, a car came to pick up Natalie.

It was a seven-seater Alphard.

The door slid open—Lucas Lowell yawned his way out, running smack into Isaac, who was carrying Natalie’s luggage.

"Why are you everywhere I go?" Isaac’s face was chilly.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "What about me? Last time you barged in and started swinging without asking questions—I haven’t even settled that with you yet!"

"Lucas is coming with me," Natalie explained as she walked over.

"He’s coming too?" Isaac was annoyed.

Natalie gave him an "mm" and reached for her suitcase, but Isaac wouldn’t let her touch it and stuck it in the trunk for her.

"Be careful on the road. Message me when you arrive—actually, call me."

"Okay."

Isaac reached out and hugged Natalie tightly, reluctant to let go.

Until Lucas’s sarcastic voice came from a few steps away, "If you keep stalling, we’ll never get there!"

Isaac threw a cold glance at Lucas, who was leaning against the car with his arms folded and looking like a pain, then turned back to gently stroke Natalie’s cheek, "Go on."

In the car—

Lucas asked Natalie, "How long have you two been married? Still so lovey-dovey."

Natalie kept her head down, focused on some documents, and ignored him.

Lucas got shut down—no fun.

So he turned to bug his assistant, "Hey, Wooden Face! Wooden Face!"

Mia hurriedly handed over a sandwich and coffee, "Mr. Lowell, have some breakfast."

Stuff your mouth and stop chattering—her unspoken message.

Lucas happily took his breakfast, took a huge bite, and chewed with loud "munch munch" sounds.

That eating style—

Mia shook her head, embarrassed by her boss, and looked away.

She turned and handed the other set to Natalie.

"Miss Kendall, this is for you."

Natalie thanked her in a soft voice and reached for it.

Mia couldn’t help but sigh to herself—even a simple move is so pleasing when a beauty does it.

The car drove over six hours into the mountains, then almost another three hours before they reached the village.

Along the way, Lucas threw up around seven or eight times—looked like he was on the verge of collapse.

Natalie didn’t feel great either, throwing up two or three times.

By the time they got out, both their faces were a mess.

"Damn it! What are we doing here, looking for punishment?"

Lucas cursed and grabbed Mia, "You ’Wooden Face’, are you taking revenge on your boss? What’s with this place? Who can even live here?"

This charity partnership location had been up to Mia to decide.

"Mr. Lowell, I wasn’t trying to get back at you. This is Myrrwood. It’s my home—people can live here."

Mia replied with a totally straight face.

Lucas was instantly speechless.

"Your...your home?" He almost bit his tongue off.

Natalie got her luggage out of the car and didn’t spare Lucas a single glance as she walked past him.

In addition to the Alphard they came in, there were two more cars—one for other staff, one for supplies.

It’s rare for outsiders to visit, let alone bring these "luxury cars" villagers have never seen, so a bunch of villagers came out to gawk.

Someone recognized Mia and immediately went to call her parents out.

Mia is the only college student to ever come from this village in over a hundred years—enough said.

Since Mia’s family was right here, everyone naturally settled at her house.

As soon as Lucas stepped inside, he didn’t say a word. His eyes darted around as he inspected everything, working hard to keep a straight face and hide any look of distaste or pity.

His family came into money fast, so he’d had tough times as a kid too.

But compared to this, what he’d gone through didn’t even register.

"Mr. Lowell, Miss Kendall, have a seat."

Mia came over with two wooden stools.

There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment about her roots on her face.

That takes a ton of love from her family, and a lot of her own strength and self-acceptance.

Natalie found herself wondering if she could "poach" Mia from Lucas Lowell.

While lost in thought, suddenly an old lady shuffled over and reached out to touch her stomach.

Natalie was startled, and Mia blurted in surprise, "Grandma!"

Mia’s Grandmother smiled at Natalie.

From the old woman’s eyes, Natalie could see only kindness, no threat, so she smiled back.

Mia went over, helped her grandmother up, and explained, "My grandma got sick years ago and her mind hasn’t been clear since. Sorry, Miss Kendall."

Natalie whispered, "It’s okay."

——

After dinner and a quick wash-up, Natalie was ready for bed.

After such a long day, she was exhausted.

There was no bed at Mia’s house, only traditional clay-brick kangs.

She wasn’t used to sleeping on it—tossed and turned for a long while before finally dozing off.

Just as she was half-awake, half-asleep, a figure suddenly slipped inside from outside and crawled onto the kang.