Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 522:

The three of them moved into a cozy apartment. It wasn’t as grand as a villa, but it was perfect for their little family. The decor was warm and inviting, making the space feel like home.

For Sophie, it was all a new adventure. She’d never spent time in the countryside before, and her excitement bubbled over as she explored everything with wide-eyed curiosity. No matter where they went, she was always smiling, eager to discover something new.

Jake, ever the doting father, followed Sophie closely, gently reminding her to be careful every few steps. He couldn’t help it; he just wanted to make sure she was safe.

With a little time to herself, Kallie turned her attention to the list of participants in the program. There were two ordinary people and two celebrities. The ordinary participants came from different walks of life—one was a student, and the other was a successful entrepreneur. Kallie herself fell into the latter category. Among the celebrities was Elaine Webster, the elder sister of the girl Ewing had once mentioned.

Elaine was strikingly beautiful, with a bold, almost heroic presence. In an industry that favored delicate and demure looks, she stood out, confident and impossible to ignore. Kallie could see why Ewing had been so captivated by Elaine’s sister.

beauty. Be it the ordinary people or the

Before Kallie could dwell on it, Jake slipped his arms around her from behind, his warmth pressing against her back. He leaned down, his voice gentle. “It’s late. You should get some rest. Sophie finally crashed after

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in his embrace, smiling up at him. “I didn’t expect you to be so

held her hand tighter, his voice dropping to a smooth, teasing whisper. “I’m not just thoughtful like this… Want me to show you in other ways?” His eyes darkened with desire, and Kallie

smacked his hand away, smirking. “Nice try. I’m going

bed, his face etched with a comical mix of frustration and longing. The look in his dark eyes was unmistakable, like a wounded puppy staring at his favorite toy just

raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing? Trying to get

the window. “It looks like it’s

his intent. “Don’t even start it. You’re