Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 230:

Taking a deep breath, Kallie decided to gamble. Even if she screwed up, things couldn’t get much worse, could they?

Kallie poured her heart and soul into the design, revising those sketches until her fingers cramped. By the last revision, Bria chucked the sketch right at Kallie’s face. “What the hell is this crap? If you don’t know how to draw, then don’t take on this job.”

There were dark circles under Kallie’s eyes, as if she hadn’t slept in a week. Bria’s insults stung, but Kallie held her ground, her resolve steady. Without a word, Kallie pulled out another sketch.

Bria took a quick peek at the sketch. “Alright, this one ain’t bad. You clearly can draw. You were just messing with me before. This is the final design. Now get to work! If it’s not done by my grandpa’s birthday bash, you know what happens.”

Bria crossed her legs, a cruel smile twisting her lips. The irony wasn’t lost on Kallie. Bria actually liked the second design Kallie made, even though she’d yelled at Kallie about it earlier. It seemed Bria’s approval depended entirely on her mood. Obviously, Bria was in a foul mood today, and for good reason.

Ewing again, Bria rushed to Ewing’s study, all dolled up. But they wouldn’t let her in. Apparently, Ewing and Jake were discussing business, and Bria shouldn’t

whole charade was pointless. As soon as Jake saw Bria, he announced he was leaving. Bria claimed she was feeling better and wanted to walk Jake out. Ewing, however, suggested Bria call a doctor since she had claimed not feeling well. After all the fuss, Bria and Jake didn’t even exchange a

her this way, not even after knowing who she was. Bria had secretly investigated Sarah. In her eyes, Sarah wasn’t particularly beautiful, even a little shallow. Bria couldn’t understand why Sarah, of all people, could

on it, the more exasperated she became. When she looked up and saw Kallie

stormed over to Kallie. Kallie kept her head down, pretending to

everyone with a gentle kindness that seemed distant and unreadable. It was hard to find anything

the same cold shoulder? Besides, Kallie was a woman she’d paid

phone, her fingers flying across the screen. “Miss Nixon, if you have no problem with the raw materials I will be using, I will head out

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