Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 127:

When Kallie heard Jake’s words, a sudden panic propelled her to her feet. She hastily gestured for him to just whip up something easy for her.

Jake felt his anger ebb away at her reaction. He moved to the kitchen, noting its tidiness, and called for ingredients to be delivered.

When Edgar got the call, he double-checked the caller ID to confirm it was indeed Jake’s number. He even speculated whether Jake’s phone had been snatched. Although it was Jake’s unmistakable voice on the line, the request seemed uncharacteristic of him.

“Mr. Reeves, you’re asking me to pick up groceries so you can cook?” Edgar asked, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth.

Jake grunted softly, picking up on Edgar’s skepticism, his patience thinning. “Is there an issue?”

“No! Of course not! I’ll bring them right away!” Edgar blurted out, regaining his focus.

After ending the call, Edgar directed his team to handle the shopping. He made sure to remind them, “Once you deliver the groceries, leave right away. Don’t bother Mr. Reeves, understood?”

Jake had full confidence in Edgar’s capability to follow through efficiently. Less than fifteen minutes later, all the ingredients Jake required were delivered.

Kallie observed Jake bustling about in the kitchen, her emotions tangled in confusion. She had never imagined she’d witness such a scenario in her life. Jake’s unexpected benevolence both surprised and disconcerted Kallie. Perhaps he recognized that he and Sarah had overstepped, and he was trying to make up for it. Yet, for Kallie, such gestures were no longer necessary.

Jake surprised Kallie by producing an entire spread of dishes. Expecting a culinary disaster, Kallie was genuinely impressed by how presentable everything looked.

Jake sat opposite her, choosing not to eat himself. “Please, try it,” he urged, his voice slightly hoarse, betraying a mix of awkwardness and forced nonchalance. He couldn’t stop stealing glances at Kallie’s reactions.

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his cooking while expressing her gratitude for his efforts to cook for her. Kallie’s words carried a polite acknowledgment, but her

the past few years, Kallie had always been the one to cook. Jake was particular about his meals and sometimes refused to eat if he

for a childhood experiment. With no one else at home, the servants dismissed Kallie, leaving her to her own devices. She was too young then, barely

find Kallie left hungry, he was furious. He scolded the servants and dismissed them immediately. Then, Jake clumsily prepared a plate of what could only generously be called scrambled eggs for Kallie. After that incident, Kallie never allowed

Kallie was lost in thought. It seemed he had learned to cook after all. The truth was

constant. Feeling his eyes on her, Kallie began to feel a bit pressured. She paused and set

a nonchalant tone. “So, what’s your plan? Are you going

off guard,

breath, his hands tightening into fists before he managed to continue, “Look, whatever Sarah did, that’s not on me. I didn’t give her the keys. I had no idea she’d approach the butler. And for the record, I’ve fired the

about these issues. She paused briefly and then sighed, telling him that

Kallie intently, hoping to discern any trace of emotion in her eyes, but they

long legs. “I’ll take Sarah away for a break soon. Too much has happened

fluttered momentarily, a subtle movement that betrayed little else. She nodded faintly, her

to a cage. Kallie had transformed into a bird yearning desperately for freedom, with Jake unwittingly acting as the barrier holding her back. In her quest to

scrape of Jake’s chair against the floor

Kallie felt perplexed. Why was he upset? Had she said something to offend him? Or was he here, humbling himself and seeking reconciliation, just for Sarah’s sake? Did he

long as Sarah left her alone, she would do the same. She added that what happened before was inevitable and promised

steely, his voice cutting through the air. “Is that truly how you

could respond, he let out a hollow laugh. “Fine. If that’s your decision,