The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 678

Warren couldn’t help but be reminded of Amelia’s messy hair, bruised face, and slender body all night. Her image lingered in his mind.

He thought, “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I stop thinking about Amelia lately? Three months later, when she hands over Aiden to me, I’ll have nothing to do with that woman!”

“Mr. York? What do you think of this plan? Mr. York?” The voice of his subordinates suddenly interrupted him, and then he came back to his senses. He saw clearly that he was in the conference room, and he was attending a meeting of the senior management of the company.

“I’ll take a closer look at this plan and discuss it later. Let’s end the meeting first,” Warren said.

The senior executives thought incredulously, “The meeting is over?”

The senior executives looked at each other. They thought, “Didn’t they say that we would discuss and improve this plan today?”

However, since Jonathan said so, the others naturally didn’t say much. Everyone packed up the documents at hand and then left the conference

room.

Finally, Warren said to the secretary beside him, “You can go out first. I want to be alone.”

“Yes,” the secretary answered.

When Warren was the only one left in the meeting room, his face finally showed a trace of fatigue and struggle. Then, he raised his hand and put it on his forehead. “Amelia,” he said the name through gritted teeth, but he felt ashamed.

Amelia lay on the bed and barely wanted to move.

Although the examinations in the hospital yesterday showed that all her injuries were merely skin trauma, at that moment, she felt every bone and muscle in her body was aching.

The doorbell rang. She wondered, “Did Mother forget to bring the key when she went out?”

of bed. As soon as she got to her feet, her legs

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I expected. The condition of my physique

was beaten up in prison previously, she didn’t feel

be in a hurry. Amelia walked to the door and opened it, but she didn’t expect Warren to come into her sight.

a moment, she was

it take so long

impulse to laugh. “Mr. York, this is my home. I can open the door whenever I want,

as serious as last night, she looked

his long legs and strode into the room.

“This is my home. I didn’t allow you to come in! Please go

house?” Warren suddenly sneered. “Believe it or not, I can

ask your landlord to break the contract with you and then lease this house to me. Your so-called ‘home’

“What exactly do you want to do? Didn’t I hand you the agreement? Didn’t you promise that I

felt restless

last night? Did you really slap Irene in the face?” Warren found an

that, Amelia suddenly realized that he was there

going to seek justice for Irene and slap me back now?” she said coldly.

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her own. What else can you complain about? “Don’t you think it’s too much

she committed!” What Amelia hated the most wasn’t Irene’s slander, which landed her behind bars, but her imprisonment that had caused Aiden’s

it weren’t for the series of unfortunate turns of events, she wouldn’t have taken

other hand, owed her a

louder and louder. “Hahaha!” She continued to laugh as if she had heard

he said.