Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 34:

Jake’s distinct aroma filled Kallie’s senses, making her legs tremble as he pressed her more firmly against him. His broad hand ripped through Kallie’s shirt, slipping beneath her bra.

Kallie was upset. What was Jake thinking? She had defied him by visiting the studio after he had explicitly told her not to. She had questioned his intentions and his view of her, and now he was trying to get intimate as if that would solve everything.

Feeling mistreated, Kallie tried to push Jake away with all her might, but it was no use. His hands quickly restrained hers above her head, his voice hauntingly close to her ear. “Be a good girl and do as I say,” he commanded.

Defiance flared in Kallie. Why should she? As Jake leaned in for another kiss, she bit down fiercely.

The taste of blood mingled between their mouths, and Jake groaned, immediately letting her go.

Kallie stepped back quickly, clutching her torn clothes, and eyed Jake like a cornered animal.

“You bit me?” Jake looked at her in disbelief.

Kallie stood her ground, making it clear she refused to comply with his demands. Through sign language, she asked what he really thought of her.

Jake’s expression darkened, his gaze inscrutable, like an abyss she couldn’t fathom.

Needing clarity, Kallie signed, asking if he treated Sarah the same way, wondering if he would ever treat Sarah like this.

Jake’s face hardened, a storm brewing within his eyes.

Expecting the worst, Kallie shut her eyes, bracing for a blow.

Yet, to her astonishment, Jake simply grabbed his jacket and left, his steps quick and resolute.

behind him with

nerves still on edge. When she dared to look out the window, she saw the taillights of Jake’s black Bentley vanishing into the distance. His lips were broken—what would he tell Sarah

of him with Sarah. It seemed

of the previous night and a new sense

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the remaining fragments. A few pieces of metal puzzled her, leaving her unsure whether they were part of the bracelet or added to

analyzing the fragments, deep in thought, until Gregory interrupted her focus with the

of takeout. He didn’t place it on her cluttered table. “Looks like

She motioned toward the bag, asking how much the meal

waving dismissively. “Consider it a peace offering for being harsh yesterday. Don’t worry about

joked through gestures that he had given

interrupted by sudden

looked up, and her smile froze. There

sleek, dark suit, he radiated authority as his cold gaze

feet,

the ground floor,” Gregory

recognized Jake. Still, he pretended ignorance, his voice carrying a hint of hostility. He blamed Jake for keeping someone as capable

him, his eyes never

surge, Kallie moved to intercept

a piercing look, and followed her into

window, Jake turned to Kallie. “Do you think

head. That wasn’t

really need to work here?” Jake’s

artifacts at the studio brought her joy—something she

while, she signed, reminding him of