Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 914

Chapter 914:

Jake wasn’t in the mood to talk to Lacey, so he simply gave a nod, allowing her to stay. Leo, ever wary of Lacey’s presence, stood behind. Jake poured himself drink after drink, letting the hours slip by. Perhaps he’d had too much. His vision began to blur, his head felt light, and his breathing became shallow. Yet, out of habit, he kept drinking.

Leo observed Jake with growing concern. Finally, he stepped forward and said, “Mr. Reeves, that’s enough for today. You shouldn’t keep drinking like this.”

Jake knew Leo was right. But an inexplicable restlessness gnawed at him. He pushed Leo’s hand away with more force than necessary. “Leave me alone.”

Lacey’s eyes flickered as she noticed Jake’s unsteady behavior. She moved forward, offering her support. “Let me help you, Mr. Reeves. I’ll get you back safely.”

To her surprise, Jake refused her approach. “Stay back. I don’t want anyone to touch me.”

he tried to walk

at her intently, his expression unreadable.

her heart skipped a beat.

and was well aware of his habits. Jake hardly ever drank at events or banquets. Sure, Jake would turn to a drink or two when something weighed on him, but never enough to end up this far gone. Yet here he was, visibly intoxicated. Furthermore, Lacey knew a bit about medicine, and coincidentally, Jake’s condition had seemed unusual ever since she arrived. Leo couldn’t shake the feeling that

eyes narrowing as she glared at Leo. “If you don’t trust me, take Mr. Reeves

is your

Either Lacey was genuinely innocent, or she was confident whatever she’d done couldn’t be traced. He fixed her with a pointed look, his

revolved around Jake, and urgency sharpened her tone. “Leo, are you an idiot? Jake’s missing!

remained calm. “Relax. This is Jake’s bar. Nothing’s going to

her. Waiting wasn’t an option. She had to find Jake, and

him, almost instinctual. He recoiled from everyone, a mixture of discomfort and fever simmering within, as if he craved the presence of someone specific yet couldn’t bear anyone

massaging his temples in a futile attempt to settle the disarray in his mind. His body, however, refused to cooperate. The alcohol seemed to amplify his emotions. The buried feelings of longing and resentment swirled up, relentless and