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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From the last interaction, it was obvious Jake knew who

quickly surmised that Kallie was probably not

issues, I suggest you seek help. If you continue

her phone and showed the receptionist the text exchange

expect me to believe this is Mr. Reeves’ number just because you say so? If

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, or maybe he was with Sarah and

the elevator doors opened, and a sharply dressed

The receptionist quickly straightened up and greeted the man

Jake’s top special assistant, Edgar Pierce commanded more authority within the company than many of the vice presidents. He strode toward

Edgar said, nodding

me to

face lit up with a relieved smile, and she gestured

a respected position. Typically, only important clients were welcomed by managers, and here was Edgar, whose greetings were reserved for CEOs of partner companies on par with the Reeves Group. Why would someone of such importance be here just to deliver

asked Kallie, his tone gentle

tried to explain herself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize who she

you receive the notification?”

haven’t checked it

still haven’t seen

indeed found a company-wide notice that had been sent earlier. The message clearly stated that a mute visitor named Kallie was expected and that the receptionist was supposed to

Jake had made arrangements within the company for her visit. He hadn’t forgotten about her promise of

weather today and didn’t think to check my phone. I…” The receptionist fumbled for words

laced with finality, “You’ve compromised your responsibilities. Please proceed to HR and submit your

Edgar

surroundings. This was her first foray into

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

Mr. Reeves is currently in a video

The lounge was enveloped by floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a commanding view of the city center. Seizing the moment, she pulled out her phone and began capturing photos of the scenic