Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1315:

The other person hesitated.

“Mrs. White won’t blame me, but Florrie… Florrie is still your wife, at least officially. She already asked me if you frequently visit Miss Nixon. If she finds out I let you in at this hour, she won’t let me off the hook.”

The mention of Florrie’s name further enraged Calvert. He had intended to proceed cautiously, but Florrie clearly had spoken to Gracelyn. Now, Gracelyn was planning to send him away under the guise of treating a distant relative.

While Calvert knew Gracelyn was trying to placate Florrie and that his exile wouldn’t be permanent, he was nonetheless furious. He had consumed some wine and, in a drunken state, intended to seek comfort from Kallie.

After Calvert’s relentless badgering, the servant manning the door finally relented and granted him entry.

Jake, though clueless about the identity of the visitor or the nature of his supposed connection to Kallie, was unwavering in his belief in her character. Plus, the man had chosen to slink in under the cover of darkness, when everyone else was slumbering. Kallie was deep in sleep. If this man barged in unannounced, she’d be caught off guard. The man was utterly contemptible.

Jake’s eyes blazed with icy fury.

then, the door creaked open. Light from the hallway spilled

inside, his gaze immediately falling upon Kallie, peacefully asleep

smirk stretched across his face as he tiptoed toward Kallie’s bed, whispering, “Kallie, I’ll be gone for some time. I know you’ll be pining for

her dreams, Kallie remained oblivious to Calvert’s presence and his sinister intentions. She merely stirred slightly, a frown creasing her brow as if sensing

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bent down to peer under the bed, a fist connected with his

disoriented, Calvert crashed to the floor