Chapter 175
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Jake kept his gaze lowered, masking the flicker of sarcasm and annoyance in his eyes from Sarah.
âWhy invite Kallie to your birthday if you canât stand her? Whatâs the plan? Going to use the party as an excuse to play some sort of game with her?â Jakeâs words were pointed as he locked eyes with Sarah.
Caught in his intense, frosty gaze, Sarah felt a wave of dread wash over her. After a few seconds, she regained her composure. Pouting, Sarah said, âDonât give me that look! Do you really think so badly of me?â
Jake let out a chuckle, the iciness in his gaze melting away as if it had never been there. It almost seemed like Sarah had imagined the whole thing.
Jake said in a flat tone, âYouâre reading too much into it. But hey, if youâre planning on giving Kallie a hard time, maybe I could help tie up any loose ends. With Kallie backed by the Hayes family now, I wouldnât want you to land in hot water.â
Sarahâs eyelashes fluttered, visibly moved by his show of concern. âJake, I canât believe youâre actually looking out for me like this.â
âSo, youâre still not ready to tell me the whole story?â Jake raised an eyebrow, his tone lightly probing.
Sarah bit her lip, her emotions tangled as she wrestled with her thoughts. Finally, with a soft sigh, she said, âHonestly, there is nothing planned. Iâll be too caught up in my birthday party tomorrow to fuss over anything else. I just think, since you and she were once an item, itâd be better to part on good terms. Once sheâs moved past everything, she wonât have any reason to disrupt your life anymore. Thatâs really it.â
Jake simply nodded. âIâll have Edgar take care of it. Sheâll be at your birthday party tomorrow, right on schedule. Donât worry.â
Sarahâs face lit up with delight. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Jake in an attempt to kiss him on the cheek.
Jake was just about to push her away when Edgar conveniently entered the room, oblivious to Sarahâs affectionate gesture. Edgar interjected politely, âMr. Reeves, itâs time for your video conference. Shall I set it up for you?â
Jake gestured for him to proceed. âGo ahead and arrange it.â
Frustrated by Edgarâs timely interruption, Sarah huffed and stormed out.
Jake exchanged a knowing glance with Edgar, who then followed Sarah out with a resigned expression.
Edgar quickly caught up to Sarah, a polite smile playing on his lips. âMy apologies for earlier. I had no idea you were inside Mr. Reevesâ study. You know, heâs usually so particular about keeping his personal space and professional duties separate. Itâs quite a privilege. No one has ever been allowed such access to his study before you.â
Sarah, who had been briskly walking away, slowed her steps, her stern expression softening slightly. âIs that so?â
âIndeed,â Edgar remarked, his grin growing wider as he tried to charm her. âAnd thereâs something else. Since you departed quite hastily, you might not have caught Mr. Reevesâ invitation. He mentioned heâd like to meet you tonight in the small garden. It was quite nostalgic for him, remembering how you both used to spend time there. He seemed hopeful youâd be able to make it.â
Sarahâs demeanor changed at once, her eyes lighting up with renewed interest. âDid he really say that?â
Edgar nodded earnestly. âAbsolutely. I wouldnât dare make something like that up. Iâm off duty now. Perhaps you should consider getting ready for the evening.â
Sarahâs face lit up, her grin wide as she reveled in the unexpected joy.
Despite their past interactions, Jake and Sarah had never actually been on a date. Sarah, leveraging her familyâs prominence, had often sought Jakeâs attention during their school days. The garden had been a favored rendezvous for couples back then, and although Sarah had invited Jake numerous times, he had always declined.
But now, seemingly out of nowhere, Jake had extended an invitation. The thrill sent Sarahâs heart racing, a blush of excitement coloring her cheeks.
Sarah rushed back to her place to dress up, instructing the servants to fetch the finest bottle of wine. Determined to create the perfect setting, she hurried to the garden to craft a romantic and intimate atmosphere. Then, Sarah directed the staff to keep their distance, ensuring privacy unless absolutely necessary.
With a quaint cabin tucked away behind the garden, Sarah anticipated that once the ambiance was set, they would be undisturbed. Opting for a striking red spaghetti strap dress that accentuated her features and enhanced her allure, Sarah was confident in her charm. This time, she believed, Jake would surely find it hard to resist her.
Unbeknownst to Sarah, Jake had no plans to meet her in the garden.
Twenty minutes after her departure, his relentless headache flared up again. A notification from Edgar appeared on Jakeâs phone, a message confirming that Sarah had been successfully misled to the garden. Letting Sarah wait there was intended as a punishment for her recent defiance.
Despite Sarah not being forthcoming, Jake had a hunch that she would attempt something significant the next day. The specifics, however, remained unclear to him, adding to his frustration. The more Jake dwelt on the situation, the more his irritation grew. He couldnât understand why he was still preoccupied with someone who had treated him with such indifference.
In a fit of annoyance, Jake turned to his liquor cabinet, pulling out several bottles. He chugged it down, the alcohol scorching his throat, providing a temporary relief from the pain, though it did little to quell it entirely.
As Jake sat there, the realization hit him. Edgar had been right all along. He was essentially trying to dull his senses with alcohol, seeking a brief respite in what he knew was essentially poison. Tapped by the weight of many, who were just waiting for a chance to exploit any vulnerability, Jake felt compelled to continue.
Before Jake knew it, he had consumed too much. With his eyes heavy, he wished the alcohol would lull him to sleep, but his mind was haunted by the image of a single person that he couldnât shake off.
In another part of the house, Edgar had discreetly orchestrated for someone to leave the door unlocked for Kallie.
Unaware, Kallie carried on with her evening routine, taking a bath before preparing for bed. She took a moment to send a text to Irene, confirming the time and place for their meeting the next day.
Just as Kallie pressed send, the sound of the door creaking open caught her attention. At that moment, clad only in a bath towel, Kallie felt a chill run down her spine when she heard the unsettling noise.
Kallie whirled around, her hand snatching up a vase as she quickly flicked off the lights. Silently, she edged toward the source of the sound, her heart pounding.
As a shadowy figure loomed in the doorway, Kallie raised the vase high, ready to strike. But the intruder was quicker, seizing her wrist in a firm grip before she could bring the vase down.
The sharp, pungent odor of alcohol hit Kallie, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Then, a voice she knew all too well murmured close to her ear, tinged with a mocking tone, âYou look like youâre ready to kill someone.â
Kallieâs eyes narrowed in recognition and alarm. âJake? Why are you here at this hour?â
Kallie struggled against Jakeâs grasp, her movements desperate to communicate the pain he was causing her. However, Jake remained unyielding, swiftly prying the vase from her grip and securing her other hand with ease.
Now, trapped and unable to either escape or vocalize her frustration through sign language, Kallie trembled with fury, her body taut as she stared at Jake with vigilant eyes.
With a flick of the switch, Jake illuminated the room, his gaze catching the wary look in Kallieâs eyes. He smirked, his tone dripping with mockery. âNow that youâre in my grip, itâs too late to be afraid.â
In defiance, Kallie turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze any longer.
Jake, undeterred, leaned in closer, his head resting near her neck as he inhaled deeply. He was always intrigued by Kallieâs unique scent. It wasnât masked by perfumes or detergents but was a natural essence that seemed to radiate from her very skin.
It was a pleasing, alluring fragrance that inexplicably soothed Jake, easing the tension in his nerves and even diminishing his headacheâa relief he hadnât experienced in a while.
Seizing the moment as Jake appeared momentarily lost in his senses, Kallie wrenched her hands free. She tried to push him away, only to find that his drunken state did nothing to lighten his weight, making him surprisingly difficult to move.
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