Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 35:

Kallie’s eyes widened in shock. She carefully lifted the bracelet, examining it closely. It bore the Rowan logo, but the engraving indicated it was not from the year Rowan was established—it was from the second or third year.

Despite that, its design and structure closely mirrored the bracelet Stella had tasked her with repairing.

As Kallie scrutinized the bracelet Jake had given her, she noticed an unusual feature. Hidden on the inner side was a small metal mechanism. She hesitated for a moment before cautiously flipping it. The metal clicked open, revealing a tiny compartment—a secret space designed to conceal small items.

Now, Kallie understood the bracelet’s design and realized how to fix Stella’s. But one question lingered: Why had Jake given this to her? He had never supported her work, and she had thought he wouldn’t help her with it. Yet, here he was, quietly providing a reference piece for her task.

She remembered the furious look on Jake’s face when she had mentioned earning money for the divorce. She couldn’t figure out what he was thinking at the time.

Pushing her thoughts aside, Kallie picked up her tools and began the restoration. Now that she understood the process, it went smoothly. The bracelet, made of enamel and metal, required only a bit of work with a hot-melt gun and some invisible glue to mend the pieces securely.

Under the watchful eye of a recording camera, Kallie finished restoring the bracelet.

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giving Kallie a thumbs-up. He signed his praise for Kallie’s work, noting that she was a natural restorer, her talents never diminishing over time. He once again mentioned how he had recognized

responded with a shy smile, modestly crediting her success

the bracelet’s box with his personal seal—a tamperproof mark that signified

the restored piece, Kallie

to pick it up tomorrow, and make sure

day, when Stella arrived to collect the bracelet, she accepted it casually, her face adorned with an enigmatic smile,

return that night. But as she was preparing for bed, he

back?” Jake asked, his voice carrying a hint

her thanks, explaining she didn’t need the bracelet now that the restoration was

quick glance, his expression unreadable. “It’s

bracelet neatly into her bedside

week, there’s a banquet at the Hayes’ place,” Jake announced abruptly, tossing an invitation onto the bed. “You’re

saw it was for Jerome Hayes’ birthday banquet. It was addressed to Jake and his family. She wondered why Jake insisted

behind Jake, her head down, but even so, her presence drew curious glances as they entered the venue. The onlookers seemed particularly interested in Jake’s habit of