My Mute Wife

Alan’s face sank abruptly, striding towards the door and suddenly dropping a sentence before opening it, “Kevin, shouldn’t you go to work early and do your own thing.”

Kevin said, “Taking care of the patients is what I do.”

Alan gripped the door handle, his gaze grim.

There was a ‘bang’ as the door slammed and the whole house trembled with it.

Lexie winced violently and cringed.

“It’s fine.”

Kevin patted her through the sheet, his gaze stoic.

Downstairs living room.

“Mr. Alan, breakfast is ready, would you like some coffee or …”

“It’s not necessary,” Alan coldly swept the servants, “You are so idle and even let your owner do even a meal delivery, all of you should quit!”

For a week in a row, Alan did not return.

As Lexie recovered from her injuries, the Howard family had a new batch of maids.

The morning after a week.

Marry folded some ghost money in the backyard and said she would take them to the cemetery to be burned tomorrow.

Lexie was standing by the window on the first floor when she heard this and then remembered that tomorrow was the Ghost Festival.

Flora’s words echoed in her ears and she clenched her fists all at once.

During the evening meal, Kevin helped Lexie with food.

Diana looked at it and said in a sinister manner, “Kevin, your cousin has been away on business for a week and there’s no news, have you contacted him in the past two days?”

“No, I was busy with work and I didn’t care about it.”

“What about you?” Diana looked at Lexie, “Do you know where Alan has gone? When will he be back?”

Lexie was stunned and shook her head.

Alan had not contacted her since the morning a week ago when he left home.

“You’re not even aware of where your husband has gone. You don’t even go to work, what are you doing at home everyday?”

“Mom, don’t say it.”

“I’m in my own house and I can’t talk? I’m not a mute.”

Lexie set aside her bowl.

[I’m done.]

After saying that, she left the table alone, leaving Diana’s chanting behind her.

The night was getting late.

On the J City Airport Expressway, the black car was speeding through the night.

“Mr. Alan, are you going home or?”

“Take Lydia to the hotel first, then to the office.”

In the back seat, the man’s tone was muted.

“Going to the office at this late hour? Won’t your wife be worried if you don’t go home?”

A clear, female voice came from the side.

On the glass of the car window was reflected the bright face of a young girl, in her early twenties, not very pretty, but full of the vigour of youth.

“She won’t.”

The young girl was slightly stunned.

Alan looked sideways out of the window, the neon lights sweeping across his face, leaving dappled light and shadows, and there seemed to be a bit of despondency hidden in his coldness.

Early the following morning.

Lexie drove out on her own.

She stood guard near the Mitchell family’s villa until almost noon, when she saw Peter’s car drive out and immediately started the car and trailed up from afar.

Peter’s car drove to the Western Suburbs Cemetery.

It drizzled a little and the black umbrella moved through the curtain of rain.

Lexie, wearing a mackintosh, her face hidden by a mask and sunglasses, trailed the whole way there.

There was a private place in the Western Suburbs Cemetery, which was the ancestral grave of the Mitchell family in the early years. Later, the government unified planning and expanded the surrounding area, and the ancestral grave of the Mitchell family was included in it, but the Mitchell family still had some connections back then, so there was a place in this cemetery exclusively for the Mitchell family.

This was Lexie’s first visit to the cemetery in the western suburbs.

How did her mother’s grave end up in the Mitchell’ private cemetery?

Lexie’s heart stuttered.

From a distance, she saw Peter stop at the heel of the headstone.

“I’ve come to see you.”

Peter squatted down and placed a handful of daisies on the tombstone, “Brought your favourite flowers.”

Through the rain curtain, Lexie could not fully hear what Peter said, only that he squatted for a long time in front of the tombstone, muttering to himself alone, and fished a bottle of wine out of his arms.

“I’ll see you this time next year.”

The rest of the wine, which arrived in a circle around the headstone, “Drink more, after I die, I will be buried here.”

Only when Peter had gone far away did Lexie come out from behind the pine tree and walk over.

The cemetery was silent under a dreary sky.

After walking up to the headstone, she looked at the bright bouquet of daisies on the ground and was suddenly a little afraid to take them away.

Below that would be her mother’s name.

After standing for a long time, she slowly crouched down and reached out her hand towards the bouquet of flowers.

When she saw the name on the tombstone, Lexie’s pupils contracted violently and her face changed abruptly.

At that moment, a dark shadow loomed down from overhead.

Before Lexie could get up, a blow hit the back of her head and she knocked down.

The moment she fell, she saw the picture on the headstone, exactly the same as the one in the dark room, and the one that her Grandma had secretly hidden away.

How?

The sound of rain was pattering.

Kevin had just got off the operating table and came out to see an unread message on his phone.

“I’m in a bad mood and I’ve had a few drinks, can you come and pick me up?”

Kevin frowned, “Where are you now?”

“Summer Palace Hotel, Room 2318.”

“…”

After sending out the hotel’s room number, Edith turned her head to look at Lexie who was unconscious on the bed, and a hint of grimness surfaced in her eyes.

She hated Lexie when she thought that no matter how much she racked her brains, Kevin would always treat her with an attitude of indifference.

What made her, a mute, able to marry Alan and have Kevin care for her.

If she took a picture of Lexie and Kevin in the hotel room, Alan would not accept her anymore.

Lexie woke up with a pain in the back of her head.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the plain pattern of the ceiling overhead.

Where was she?

She sat up and suddenly felt a chill, and when she looked down, she saw that all her clothes had disappeared and that she was naked under the quilt.

There came the doorbell and she blanched.

The sound of a vibrating mobile phone came from the bedside.

“Hello? Lexie, it’s me, are you in there?”

Lexie was stunned and only relieved to hear Kevin’s voice.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

With only the hotel bathrobe at her side, Lexie wrapped herself in it and went to open the door.

“Are you all right?”

Lexie’s mind was still dizzy with a sleepy look.

Kevin suddenly frowned and sniffled, “Have you really had drunk?”

Lexie froze, and sure enough, she smelled a pungent odour of alcohol on her bathrobe.

[I don’t know.]

“What’s going on?”

Lexie shook her head, all she could remember was that she had been knocked unconscious and woke up here.

“You’re not the one who texted me?”