Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1207:

Clayton took his time, moving with an air of unshaken confidence as he placed a symphony record on the turntable. The melody filled the room, rich and smooth.

Clayton poured himself a glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid swirling in the crystal glass. Sinking into the leather sofa, he let himself relish the moment, basking in an aura of calculated calm.

Fear of discovery never crossed his mind. First, Sarah wouldn’t dare reveal the truth. Second, even if Kallie grew suspicious, he knew she wouldn’t look in his direction.

His goal wasn’t something as crude as murder. He solely wanted to drive an irreparable wedge between Kallie and Jake.

Just then, the butler appeared, his steps hurried but measured as he bent to whisper in Clayton’s ear.

“Mr. Morgan, someone is here.”

Clayton opened his eyes, his calm demeanor unwavering. A faint smile played on his lips as he asked, “Is it Kallie?”

The butler’s expression darkened with worry. His voice was low, almost tense.

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flicker of surprise flashing across his face. Jake was moving faster than he had anticipated. Typical. Jake was as relentless as ever, a thorn that refused to

chuckle escaped Clayton’s lips,

He paused, his smile

a chance

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butler nodded but hesitated, shifting

they’ll leave peacefully. Mr. Morgan, should I call for

of satisfaction than mirth. His eyes gleamed

trouble. Let him come. Don’t fret. He won’t kill me. His temper is predictable, but his hands are

his lips, the door was kicked open

slowly, each tap of his expensive shoes echoing against the cold floor. The sound sent a shiver through the still air, sharp and

betrayed no emotion. Only his icy glare spoke volumes. If his gaze had the power to kill,

in his chair with infuriating ease. A wave of anger churned within Jake, but he kept

days.” Jake lowered himself onto the sofa, his movements calculated, and cast a disdainful

almost mocking. He made a small gesture, and the butler hurried to pour Jake a drink. Jake studied the glass of wine as though it were a weapon. He