Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 1443:

With slow, measured steps, Caitlin walked toward them, keeping her head down.

Beth stole a glance at Clayton, taking in his unreadable expression, the way his eyes seemed to darken with thought.

Wasting no time, Beth reached for Caitlin’s hand, lacing their fingers together like they were close. The act was all for show.

Then, Beth said, “Oh, come on, don’t be so stiff! You’ve taken my kind offer and are working for me now. A proof of our reconciliation, right? Could you confirm the truth to my fiancé? He seems skeptical.”

Caitlin detected the thinly veiled threat in Beth’s words and inwardly sighed. She knew she needed to tread carefully with her words. Otherwise, Beth wouldn’t just be mad—she’d likely make a scene. Dangerous ones.

Caitlin forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her lips parted, and she mumbled, “Miss Fletcher is right. We’ve let the past slide.”

Beth beamed, clearly pleased with Caitlin’s response. She let go of Caitlin’s hand and pressed her chest against Clayton’s arm, saying to Caitlin, “And do you mind clarifying you weren’t forced into working for me, and that my offer was simply out of kindness?”

Before Caitlin could reply, Clayton cut in. “Enough of this.”

Shifting slightly away from Beth, he said with a frown, “Don’t get this intimate with me. We’re not married yet. It’s not exactly fitting.”

Beth crossed her arms, pouting. “What’s so wrong about it? We’re engaged, and our wedding is just around the corner.”

Clayton smirked, half-amusement flickering in his eyes. “Still, we aren’t married yet. Surely, you’re not the clingy type I dislike, right?”

The smile on Beth’s face faltered, her fingers tightening into fists. She fell silent.

Caitlin had to bite back a laugh at the situation. Though usually arrogant, Beth was actually drowning in her own insecurity stemming from her love life, completely under the thumb of Clayton.

Caitlin still didn’t get it—why had Clayton picked Beth of all people? Not that Caitlin would ever say it out loud. That would be asking for trouble.

Clayton gestured for Caitlin to settle in the chair across from him.noveldrama

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Without a word, Caitlin complied. She snuck a glance at Clayton and then immediately looked away. She still couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze.

Clayton asked, “Caitlin, be honest with me. Did you take this job by choice?”

Caitlin’s fingers curled into fists on her lap, knuckles turning white.

Beth’s fake smile wavered, cracks forming in her carefully composed mask. “Clayton, why are you even asking? Obviously, she took it willingly! Are you accusing me of forcing her?”

Beth’s voice climbed in pitch, thick with either frustration or unease—maybe both.

Clayton finally turned his gaze to Beth. “I’m talking to her, not you. Leave us.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Beth snapped, her eyes burning with defiance. “We’re engaged! Why should I leave? What’s there not for my ears?”

Clayton’s gaze darkened, his voice turning sharp as a blade. “Then I’ll call off the engagement right now. That way, you’ll have no reason to meddle in my business.”

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