Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife’s Escape

Chapter 957:

Turning to Kallie, Elma pleaded, “Mom, let’s take a photo. Please? My teacher even gave us an assignment to take a picture with our parents and write about it!”

Kallie raised an eyebrow, amused. Naturally, the teacher wouldn’t give such an assignment. She could see through Elma’s little fib, and Elma’s earnest face made it hard to refuse. She had no idea about Jake’s 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, “If it’s for Elma’s school assignment, we should go along.”

Kallie looked up, startled by Jake’s 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, “I mean, we shouldn’t put the kids in an awkward spot in public.”

Kallie remained silent, her eyes briefly meeting those of their children.

Calvin snorted in the background, while Sophie stated bluntly, “Mom, it’s your call.”

Kallie found no compelling reason to decline the photo opportunity.noveldrama

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.

“Look, with your stunning features, let’s lose the stiffness. Smile more. Show some warmth. Engage with each other.”

At the photographer’s words, Kallie’s lips curled into a radiant smile, and Jake’s 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.

“The photographer suggests a bit more closeness. Isn’t that right?” she asked, looking toward the photographer.

The photographer nodded enthusiastically, a pleased smile spreading across his face.

“Exactly. Wow, you two really look like the perfect pair. Come on, hold hands or maybe hold your wife.”

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.

“Dad, Mom, can you play along just for a little while? It will be quick, I promise.”

Kallie hesitated, but ultimately her hand reached out toward Jake’s.

Unexpectedly, Jake was quicker. Instead of merely clasping her hand, he swept Kallie into a tight embrace.

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