Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 917

Chapter 917:

Kallie’s gaze turned icy, her tone sharp. “No need for that look, Mr. Reeves. I booked this room to handle business, but you barged in and did things to me that… You’re the one who should apologize. As for your concerns, I believe they’re entirely unnecessary. I have a boyfriend now, so I wouldn’t mess around with other men.”

Kallie said this to cling to the last shred of her dignity.

Beneath the faint glow of the lights, Kallie failed to notice the eerie red that crept into Jake’s eyes as her words echoed in the air. Jake’s hands balled into tight fists. Kallie had just openly declared Clayton as her boyfriend? What did that make of him? Emotions surged within Jake, a tumultuous wave of feelings he couldn’t contain. Struggling to maintain his composure, he stifled a groan, his body beginning to sway. A sudden heat washed over him.

Lacey was quick to steady Jake, her arms offering support as she shot a taunting smile toward Kallie. “Miss Nixon, apologies, but we’ll need to use your room for a moment. I’ll compensate you later.”

Jake and Lacey locked in an embrace. Jake’s strong arms encircled Lacey’s delicate form, the two of

side, drawing comfort from the strength of his embrace. The subtle fragrance of his presence enveloped her, filling her with a sense of profound joy. For once, Jake didn’t

out of his reverie and thrust Lacey aside. His shove sent her crashing against the table’s edge, pain sparking tears that flooded her eyes. She started to sob, murmuring, “It hurts.” Jake, however, didn’t even spare her a glance, his breaths heavy

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Jake’s breaths came slow and deliberate, each one peeling

to drive you to the hospital? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Earlier, I assumed you might’ve been drunk. I mean nothing

mentioned the hospital, Jake’s suspicion of her waned slightly. Perhaps he wasn’t drugged. He might have overthought it. Probably, it was the alcohol,

sat back on the sofa. He said without looking at Lacey, “There’s nothing more for you here. Go and call Leo over.” Lacey nodded, a subtle exhale of relief escaping her as she left the room. Anxiety gnawed at her. She had underestimated Jake’s ability to maintain his composure. She hadn’t dared

growing concern. “Mr. Reeves, are you all right?” he inquired with a furrowed brow, his voice tinged with worry. Jake massaged his temples. “I need to get to the hospital.” Leo gave a nod of understanding. However, just as Leo was about