Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1462:

Jake caught sight of it too. His eyes darkened, the air around him turning frigid. Without a word, he reached out, snatched the item, and tossed it straight into the trash. His tone was clipped, razor-sharp. “Take me to her.”

He strode off without another glance, following the assistant with urgency.

Kallie lingered for a beat, considering her next move. Then, she followed at a measured pace, keeping a deliberate distance.

Lisa hadn’t gone anywhere. She was waiting by the entrance, her confidence unshaken. The moment she spotted Jake, her lips curled into a radiant smile.

Lisa had clearly put effort into her appearance today—her makeup flawless, her dress accentuating every curve. A beauty in her own right, perhaps. But beauty couldn’t mask poor judgment. And now, she had made the grave mistake of provoking Jake.

her voice dripping with sweetness. “Mr. Reeves, did you see my gift?” She tilted her head coyly. “How do you like it? Why don’t you try

brewing storm. “Lisa, have you no damned shame?” His voice was sharp, laced

wide-eyed expression betraying a flicker of disbelief. Kallie’s face registered shock. She and Jake had faced far worse than this before, yet never—not once—had he cursed at

sent a pair of men’s underwear—along with a note that left no room for misinterpretation, suggesting she wanted to see

if he refused? She had promised to use other

have crumbled under the weight of such humiliation. But Lisa? She simply batted her lashes, utterly unfazed. “Oh, why that look?” she purred, undeterred. “Not your style?

the subtle tremor in Jake’s hands as he clenched and unclenched his fists. For a fleeting moment, she felt a pang of sympathy. Regardless of gender, anyone would find

eyes flashing with anger—no, something colder. A warning. His rejection could not have been

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audacity that defied reason, she boldly linked her arm around his. “Oh, come on, Jake. Don’t be so stiff. This isn’t a crime—everyone does it,” she

her voice thick with insinuation, “Your wife? Sure, she’s pretty. I’ll give her that. But she’s not as young as I am. And let’s be honest—I know far more ways to keep you entertained than she does.” Then, as if