Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape - Chapter 803

Chapter 803:

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The light behind him elongated his figure, enhancing his aristocratic presence. Even in his thirties, he maintained a striking profile that could still leave anyone breathless. Jake lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling around him, accentuating his cool, detached demeanor.

At the sight, Lacey’s heart fluttered, but she chose not to greet him. Instead, she took her recent purchases to her room. She had bought a set of clothes and shoes. They fit her, though they made her feel slightly awkward.

She checked her reflection, finding herself pretty, her composed demeanor adding an air of elegance. The dress made her look even more attractive.

It was clear that the right outfit could completely change someone’s presence.

Lacey adjusted her attire, her reflection smiling back at her, offering silent encouragement. Mentally steadying herself, she took tentative steps in her high heels, the unfamiliar height adding a grace to her movements.

“Mr. Reeves,” Lacey called out, her voice softening with a sweetness that wasn’t usually there. “Do you think this dress fits me well?”

An embarrassed flush crept up her cheeks as she quickly added, “I just picked it up on a whim. I’m worried it might not be ‘me.’ Your impeccable taste is something I’ve always admired, and I really want your input.” Jake only gave her a brief glance, his attention fleeting, not resting on her for more than a few moments.

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Lacey gazed at Jake with hopeful eyes, anticipating a compliment that would make her day. A simple kind word would have sufficed, something she could cherish.

But Jake, ever nonchalant, gave his thoughts in just a few indifferent words. “The outfits you like are the ones best for you. Choose what you love. It’s entirely your decision.”

Feeling slightly let down, Lacey couldn’t resist probing further. “Do you think this looks good on me?”

Jake’s reply came back even more indifferent. “If you feel you look good, then you do. And if not, then you don’t.”

The light in Lacey’s eyes dimmed as she toyed with the hem of her skirt, her spirits dampened. “I understand.”

“But…” Jake’s tone shifted unexpectedly.

Lacey’s spirits lifted momentarily, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. But the words that followed took her by surprise. “My wife adores this brand. If you’re keen, I can connect you with her once I’m home. She might have some advice for you.”

Advice? The word lingered in the air, extinguishing Lacey’s smile. Why would she need Kallie’s advice? What right did that woman have to advise her?

Jake, oblivious to Lacey’s growing discomfort, continued. “Speaking of which, she loves wearing light green or lavender. These colors can be tricky, but her smooth skin and undeniable charm make anything look good on her.”

Lacey couldn’t hear another word after that. It was her first encounter with heartbreak. Struggling to hold back her tears, she summoned all her strength to retreat to her room, where her frustration finally boiled over. She was irrationally furious.

After her outburst, Lacey stared at her rumpled reflection in the mirror, feeling bewildered. Why had she become like this? Was Jake really worthy of this transformation? Yet, Lacey’s distress was undeniable.

She couldn’t get what made her inferior to Kallie in Jake’s eyes.

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