Chapter 844
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

But he couldnât locate the source of his discomfort.
Meanwhile, Kallie was slowly beginning to regain consciousness.
Clayton quickened his pace, anxious to escape the inquisitive gaze of the crowd.
They got into the car, and Kallieâs mind began to clear.
At first, her thoughts were fuzzy, but within moments, the fog lifted and memories of the night began to flood back.
Her face hardened as she realised what had happened.
Kallie looked at Clayton with glacial fury in her eyes, and without a word, she raised her hand, ready to slap him.
âKallie, wait!â pleaded Clayton, gently holding her wrist, with an anguished expression.
âI know youâre furious, but please try to remember, I didnât actually do anything to you.â
He had been overcome with desire, and in a moment of weakness, had begun to undress her.
But the sudden commotion outside had snapped him out of his trance.
Now, the fog was clearing from Kallieâs mind and the memories were coming back to her.
She remembered Claytonâs actions, his intent clear in his touch.
A wave of anger and disappointment washed over her.
Kallie straightened, straightened her clothes and stepped out of the car, her face a mask of ice.
âThe partyâs practically over,â she said coldly.
âThereâs no need for us to continue this charade.
Clayton, I admit I owe you one, but Iâve more than paid you back.
What you did today was unacceptable.
You violated my trust.â
With that, he spun on his heel and walked away.
The party was drawing to a close, and many guests were already beginning to leave.
Noticing the commotion, they cast curious glances in his direction.
Clayton, oblivious to the curious stares of those present, quickly stepped out of the car and approached Kallie, positioning himself in front of her with an imploring look.
His eyes were bloodshot, and the towering six-foot-three man looked on the verge of tears.
âKallie, I understand youâre angry, but wonât you even listen to my explanation?â he pleaded.
Kallieâs jaw clenched.
âWhatâs there to explain? Iâm not a fool.â
Clayton took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.
âYes, I made a mistake.
But I had nothing to do with what happened today.
I would never do something like that with you.
Remember, you were drugged.
I was just trying to loosen your clothes so you could breathe. You were struggling for air.
If I really had bad intentions, why would I have stayed there? Why wouldnât I have taken you with me? I was lured into that house, just as you were.â
Claytonâs voice was laden with concern, but his eyes reflected seriousness.
Suddenly, his face paled and he stumbled, holding his hand to his chest with a wince.
Kallieâs eyes widened, the memory of the doctorâs words about possible complications echoing in her mind.
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