Chapter 957
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Turning to Kallie, Elma pleaded, âMom, letâs take a photo. Please? My teacher even gave us an assignment to take a picture with our parents and write about it!â
Kallie raised an eyebrow, amused. Naturally, the teacher wouldnât give such an assignment. She could see through Elmaâs little fib, and Elmaâs earnest face made it hard to refuse. She had no idea about Jakeâs thoughts. If Jake was unwilling, it would feel like pressure to agree.
Just as Kallie was about to try and persuade Elma, Jake unexpectedly said, âIf itâs for Elmaâs school assignment, we should go along.â
Kallie looked up, startled by Jakeâs agreement.
Kallie tilted her head slightly, giving Jake a curious, almost puzzled look.
Jake felt as though his thoughts were transparent around Kallie. He cleared his throat, a nervous habit, and hurriedly said, âI mean, we shouldnât put the kids in an awkward spot in public.â
Kallie remained silent, her eyes briefly meeting those of their children.
Calvin snorted in the background, while Sophie stated bluntly, âMom, itâs your call.â
Kallie found no compelling reason to decline the photo opportunity.
The whole family searched for a suitable corner of the room with an appealing backdrop and settled down for the family portrait.
The photographer seemed a bit troubled.
âLook, with your stunning features, letâs lose the stiffness. Smile more. Show some warmth. Engage with each other.â
At the photographerâs words, Kallieâs lips curled into a radiant smile, and Jakeâs demeanor visibly relaxed.
Yet, the photographer hesitated, his finger poised but not committing to the shutter. He appeared to be contemplating further adjustments.
Elma darted back and forth, gently guiding Jake and Kallie closer together at the center.
âThe photographer suggests a bit more closeness. Isnât that right?â she asked, looking toward the photographer.
The photographer nodded enthusiastically, a pleased smile spreading across his face.
âExactly. Wow, you two really look like the perfect pair. Come on, hold hands or maybe hold your wife.â
Jake and Kallie fumbled slightly, their expressions betraying their confusion.
Elma watched them, eyes twinkling with mischief. She cradled her face in her hands, her voice a gentle whisper.
âDad, Mom, can you play along just for a little while? It will be quick, I promise.â
Kallie hesitated, but ultimately her hand reached out toward Jakeâs.
Unexpectedly, Jake was quicker. Instead of merely clasping her hand, he swept Kallie into a tight embrace.
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