Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 157: Kallie took a deep breath, feeling as though she had no other option but to agree with Jake.

Fighting back tears, she nodded her agreement, her only condition being that he let go of Brent.

Jake's sneer morphed into a grin as he swung the car door open. "Alright. Get in, we're going somewhere," he declared.

Once Kallie was inside the car, her phone buzzed with a message from Brent.

Brent was checking in, asking if she was okay, whether Jake had done anything drastic, and if there was a need to involve the police.

Just as Kallie was about to respond, Jake's chilling voice interrupted from beside her. "If you dare reply to him, I'll change my mind immediately." Resigned, Kallie clenched her jaw and stowed her phone away, prompting a smug smile from Jake.

Jake drove Kallie to a bar, one that radiated opulence.

The staff greeted Jake with profound reverence, clearly indicating his VIP status there.

Kallie took it all in, wondering if Jake frequented this place, possibly even with Sarah.

As the thought crossed Kallie's mind, a sudden wave of nausea overcher, a harsh reminder of her pregnancy.

She halted, covering her mouth to conceal her discomfort.

Jake's observant eyes caught on.

Łãt€$t ¢ haρtëяş 1п [dotJake turned to Kallie, his face clouded with a brooding expression. According to the primary doctor, she was only one month along. Only a month had passed, and she was already showing signs of discomfort? Or perhaps she simply despised him.

"What's the matter? Having second thoughts?" Jake asked. He folded his arms and watched her, his smile edged with scorn.

Kallie signaled that the heavy scent of alcohol in the air was overwhelming and that it nauseated her. Jake clearly wasn't convinced by her claim. "Why didn't the smell bother you when you were with Brent?" Anger flared within Kallie. Jake's tone had been dripping with sarcasm from the beginning.

It dawned on her that he suspected her of having an affair with Brent. What right did he have to question her? She hadn't breathed a word about him and Sarah. Was he setting her up to take the fall if he married Sarah and people started to talk? The more Kallie pondered over it, the more her frustration grew. Ignoring Jake, she hitched up her dress and strode inside, her expression icy as she brushed past him.

Jake watched her go, noticing the fury in her stance and feeling none too pleased himself.

He had secured a chamber and immediately started drinking, rapidly emptying one glass after another.

Kallie, though still seething, couldn't hide her growing anxiety as she watched him. Compelled by concern, she stood up and snatched the bottle from Jake's grasp.

"What do you mean?" Jake looked up, one eyebrow arching slightly. "Do you think I'll get angry? Are you trying to please me?" Kallie shook her head, her movements sharp as she tried to explain that she knew he had brought her here to torment her, but if he overdrank and something happened to him, it would spell trouble for her.

Jake's expression hardened, his eyes turning icy.

Kallie recoiled, startled by his sudden chilliness, and nearly lost her footing.

She teetered backward, but Jake caught her just in time. Once she regained her balance, he pulled her down to sit next to him forcefully.

The menacing look and frosty gaze faded as if they had been figments of Kallie's imagination.

Jake gestured toward the bottle. "Don't just sit there. Poura drink." Kallie shook her head, standing her ground.

Unperturbed, Jake grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but gentle, his smile tinged with coldness. “I don't need your concern. Just poura drink." Reluctantly, Kallie complied, filling his glass repeatedly.

Jake had too much to drink, his normally handsome, pale face now tinged with a slight flush. Despite his drunkenness, he didn't loosen his grip on Kallie. In fact, it tightened.

Kallie winced in pain and frowned, yet she made no attempt to pull away. She realized that any struggle on her part might only infuriate Jake further. Annoyance at herself crept in for feeling pity for him. His welfare was no longer her concern.

At last, Jake put down his drink. It was rare for him to get drunk, and even in his drunken state with the smell of alcohol on his breath, his eyes remained clear.

Kallie could tell he was always on edge. Back when they were together, she had tried everything to lighten his mood and help him unwind.

Yet, over time, Jake grew more irritable. His expression dark and foreboding, he confronted her. "Kallie, you bend over backward to please me. Do you think I'm not good enough for you, or are you trying to make others believe I'm mistreating you?" Kallie had shaken her head vigorously, scrambling for the right words to convey that wasn't her intention at all. She simply wanted to bring back the happiness they once shared.

However, all she received in return was the chilling sight of Jake's back as he walked away, leaving her words unacknowledged.

As memories surged through Kallie's mind in vivid flashes, she felt a weight settle on her shoulder. Suddenly, Jake had laid his head against her.

Kallie's muscles tensed instinctively. It wasn't that she felt nervous or repulsed-it was a sensation both familiar and strange.

The last tthey had been this close seemed like a distant past life.

Jake's whisper brushed against Kallie's ear. “Giveone reason. Is it me, or is it the Reeves family? What makes you want to run away all the time?" A complex expression flickered across Kallie's face. She wanted to make a gesture, but with her wrist still caught in Jake's firm grip, all she could do was squirm.

Jake let out a sneer. "Do you despise being this close toso much? When did you start feeling this way? When?" His gaze clouded over with confusion, and a trace of pain flitted across his features, unseen by Kallie.

Kallie simply assumed Jake was intoxicated, and it annoyed her. She had cautioned him to moderate his drinking, but he never heeded her advice. Who could predict what he might do in such a state?

After a brief struggle, Kallie managed to wrench her hand free from his ΟΜ clasp. Red marks marked where he had gripped her wrist too tightly. Her skin was sensitive, prone to bruising at the slightest pressure. Tears welled up in Kallie's eyes, her lashes quivering, adding to her already sorrowful expression.

Jake caught a glimpse of her and quickly averted his eyes. "Helpup," he muttered.

Still seething with anger, Kallie made a rough attempt to lift him but struggled to hoist the weight of a full-grown man like him. Each step demanded effort, and Jake appeared to exacerbate the difficulty, leaning heavily on her. By the tthey reached the door, Kallie was gasping for breath.

Then, as if on cue, the rain began to pour outside. Jake turned to Kallie with feigned innocence. "I've been drinking. If I get wet, I'll catch a cold." Kallie wanted to dismiss his concerns as none of her business. However, knowing his volatile temper, she clenched her teeth and, in a reluctant gesture of care, draped her jacket over his head.

Fortunately, Edgar arrived just in twith the car. He stepped out, and upon seeing their position, his face registered Surprise; momentarily at a loss for words. "Well... Mr. Reeves," he stammered.