Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 499:

After watching the girl disappear into the room to change, Kallie continued on her way to the racecourse. By the time Kallie arrived, Clayton was already riding his newly acquired horse, clearly enjoying himself. Spotting Kallie, Clayton quickly dismounted and hurried over. “Kallie, give it a try!” His face lit up with joy, a broad smile showing off the dimples at the corners of his mouth. He looked so genuinely happy, the sharp businessman momentarily replaced by a charming, youthful energy that made him seem years younger.

Kallie pursed her lips, deliberately stepping back to create distance between them. “I’d better not. I’ve learned to ride, sure, but I’m afraid I might hurt your precious horse.”

Clayton caught the underlying message, and for a brief moment, a flicker of sadness crossed his eyes. But he wasn’t ready to give up just yet. His voice softened as he tried again. “It’s just a horse, Kallie. Don’t worry. It has a gentle temperament. And if you’re nervous, I’ll ride with you.”

He paused, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t give me another excuse. I specifically asked you if you’d want to ride before we came.”

Kallie found herself at a loss for words. She hadn’t expected Clayton to have a crush on her. It wasn’t something she’d sought, and yet here they were.

Businessmen like Clayton didn’t choose their partners

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complement their lives, elevate their status, and prove beneficial in many ways. She fit that mold perfectly, and

wave of unease. She frowned, feeling trapped by the expectations. With a quiet sigh, she reluctantly reached for the reins, her fingers tightening around the leather as she prepared to mount the

about to swing herself up, the thunderous sound of hooves filled the air. Out of the corner of her eye, a dark blur, like a gust of black wind, rushed

next to Kallie suddenly reared up in fright, catching her off guard and leaving her unable to restrain it. The horse

of the disturbance. To their surprise, it wasn’t a gust of wind that had startled the horse, but Jake, who was

beneath its sleek coat. It dwarfed the horse Clayton had specially purchased. No wonder Clayton’s horse

his upbringing prevented him from cursing. He waved his hand and addressed the staff, “What are you waiting for? Show this

staff member, looking uncomfortable, leaned in to whisper something in Clayton’s ear. Clayton’s expression shifted from anger to a mixture of frustration and resignation. He forced a tight