Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1420:

Her outburst infuriated the man. He let out a disgusted snort. “Why are you putting on this innocent act? Look at what you’re wearing. Did you and your last customer fail to agree on a price? Don’t bother with the charade. I’ve seen plenty of women like you.”

With that, he abruptly rolled up his window, spat out a curse, and sped off.

As his car sped away, Caitlin caught a glimpse of her reflection in the receding window.

Asho’s rough handling had left Caitlin’s clothes in disarray. Several buttons had been ripped from her blouse, exposing her delicate neck and the lacy edge of her bra. Her skirt, too, was torn and crumpled. While Caitlin was sitting, the damage was less noticeable, but now that she stood, the full extent of the dishevelment was painfully apparent.

Caitlin felt the stares of passersby, their eyes lingering on her with a mixture of curiosity and judgment.

Overwhelmed by shame and exhaustion, Caitlin sank to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

drunken men stumbled toward

jacket, carrying the scent of expensive cologne, settled over

authoritative voice cut through the air. “She’s with me,” the voice stated firmly. “Touch her, and

by the chilling warning and the imposing figure before

It was Clayton. Embarrassment flooded her as she hastily wiped away her tears. She scrambled to her feet, clutching Clayton’s jacket tightly around her as if it were a lifeline. She asked, trying to maintain a calm facade, “What are

to pretend with me, Caitlin,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I’m not going to

a cigarette and lit it, the flame

the epitome of refinement and good manners, not the type to indulge in such a vice. He always seemed so impeccably put together, never revealing a

always live at

her gaze, Clayton raised an eyebrow and held the cigarette toward her. “Want

smell of smoke invaded her nostrils, triggering a coughing fit. Clayton