Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 54:

“You’re welcome to bring lunch to me, provided it doesn’t disrupt your studio time,” Jake said, pausing briefly.

Kallie’s cheeks reddened further as she quickly gestured that she would skip her studio visits for a few days since bringing him lunch mattered more to her.

Jake made no remark on her promise and turned to depart. His assistant had already fetched a change of clothes, and a car awaited him downstairs. He soon left the hospital and made his way to the Reeves Group for his day’s work.

Meanwhile, Kallie returned home and sent a message to Gregory, explaining that her family was ill and she would be unable to visit the studio for some time.

Then, Kallie made her way to the kitchen to start preparing lunch for Jake. Judging from Jake’s reactions the previous day, it seemed he preferred her cooking.

Kallie allowed herself a small smile at the thought, but it quickly faded. What good was it that he liked her cooking? He didn’t love her, nor did he desire her as his wife. She felt like just an extra, an unnecessary addition to his life.

Now, her role seemed relegated to that of a domestic helper, solely there to cook and serve meals. Jake wouldn’t express gratitude. Instead, he’d dismiss her efforts with a clinical, “Well done,” as if she were merely a staff member.

Kallie’s fingers felt heavy with each ingredient she touched, longing for the solace of the studio where she restored antiques. In that space, she could lose herself in her craft, untouched by the complexities of her personal life.

Chuckling bitterly at herself, Kallie gestured to the kitchen staff and had them handle the chopping. Initially, she had intended to manage everything herself, but she reconsidered. She decided to focus on adding the final touches instead.

After the lunch was prepared, the driver escorted Kallie to the Reeves Group. On the way, she texted Jake to let him know she was on her way but received no reply. Uncertainty crept in. She wondered if he had even seen her message. If he hadn’t, she risked being barred from going upstairs again, potentially left to linger awkwardly in the lobby under the scrutinizing gaze of the receptionist.

Upon entering the Reeves Group building, Kallie was immediately met with the familiar face of the receptionist from her previous visit, who looked at her with a blend of recognition and subtle disapproval.

“Let me guess! Here to see Mr. Reeves again? And you’ve brought him lunch?” the receptionist inquired, her tone laced with skepticism as Kallie approached.

Kallie simply nodded in response.

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receptionist regarded Kallie with a mix of contempt and hesitation. From the last interaction, it was obvious Jake knew who Kallie was, but his

receptionist quickly surmised that Kallie was probably not

receptionist offered a frosty smile. “If you’re dealing with mental issues, I suggest you seek help. If you continue to disrupt our operations, we may have

a response, calmly retrieved her phone and showed the receptionist

Mr. Reeves’ number just because you say so? If I accepted every random screenshot, I’d have

quiet sigh, Kallie contemplated her next move. She decided to try calling Jake. If he didn’t pick up, she resolved to leave. Perhaps he had forgotten about her promise to bring him lunch,

make the call, the elevator doors opened, and a sharply

straightened up and greeted the man with an air of

than many of the vice presidents.

nodding slightly

has asked me to

relieved smile, and

managers, and here was Edgar, whose greetings were reserved for CEOs of partner companies on par with the Reeves Group. Why

you get delayed here?” Edgar asked Kallie, his tone gentle yet concerned, as he prepared to

receptionist quickly tried to explain herself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize who she was, and last

you receive the notification?” Edgar cut in

checked it

sent out three hours ago, and you still haven’t seen it?” Edgar’s tone was

message clearly stated

arrangements within the company for her visit. He

didn’t think to check my phone.

to respond, his voice laced with finality, “You’ve compromised your responsibilities. Please proceed to

no further ado, Edgar escorted Kallie toward the

Kallie observed her surroundings. This was her first foray into Jake’s

of activity and openness. To one side, a glass-walled secretarial hub teemed with employees diligently at work. Nearby, a well-appointed pantry and cozy lounge area invited brief escapes from the office bustle. Opposite this vibrant area was Jake’s office, its door closed, a quiet island in the

video conference,” Edgar

nodded in understanding and took a seat. The lounge was enveloped by floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a commanding view of the city center. Seizing the moment, she pulled