The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 693

Amelia hoped that Warren would treat Aiden well in the future.

After taking a few photos, Aiden said, “Mommy, can you and Daddy take a picture with me too? Daddy, is that okay?”

Aiden looked up, eagerly gazing at Warren.

Warren was about to agree, but Amelia was one step ahead and said, “There’s no need for that. I found out that this amusement park takes automatic photos of us while we’re having fun. I’ll show you those photos when we get back home, okay?”

Aiden immediately nodded in excitement, and he did not bring up the idea of taking a photo together again.

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. She had just discovered the amusement park’s photo feature herself, which meant she didn’t have to force herself to take photos with Warren anymore.

Even though it was her son’s wish, for her, it was akin to some form of

torment.

Warren’s expression darkened as he contemplated, “Does this woman not want to take photos with me at all? I should have been the one who’s unwilling, so what gives her the right to say that?”

At this moment, Amelia didn’t spare Warren a glance. Instead, she kept her head down, engrossed in a conversation with her son. The two of them, an adult and a child, were pointing and gesturing toward the outside scenery visible through the Ferris wheel’s glass window.

Suddenly, Warren felt like he was being treated like he did not exist.

At noon, the three of them located a restaurant within the amusement park and sat down at a table. Amelia had only managed to eat a small portion of her meal and couldn’t consume anymore.

“Why did you stop eating?” asked Warren, having noticed that she had paused.

”

“I’m full,” Amelia said indifferently.

barely taken a few bites, and she’s already full?”

their lunch, Aiden suggested heading to the play area

and Aiden immediately ran excitedly toward the

area.

Aiden there. She sat down

to learn to grow independently, and Amelia could not be with her child forever.

have much time left to spend with her son after this.

asked the waiter for a glass of water, then took out a pill organizer from her bag. Inside the pill organizer were eight types of pills with different shapes and colors. She then began to take them one by one. Warren’s brow furrowed even more intensely. “Why are you

sip of water. “I don’t believe I need to report my illnesses to

the one holding the pills, and demanded sharply, “What illness do you

sense of unease welled up within Warren, and in his mind, he recalled the several occasions when he had seen her grimacing

a common illness, she did

one

you supposed to despise me

flatter yourself. I just don’t want you to die in front of me and ruin my day. If you ever die, do it

off her hand, as if Amelia’s hand were something

I do end up dying one day, I definitely won’t do it in front of you.

at her words. “Quit

10:1

talk of your

Then, she lifted her head, looked at him steadily, and said, “So, will you

beat as he thought, “What did she mean by that?

briefly crossed Warren’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it, reminding himself, “How could that be possible? Her words are likely

would never save you. Don’t delude yourself, Amelia. Even if today you were dying right in front of me, I wouldn’t save you!” Warren said coldly. Amelia chuckled softly, “I thought as much, Warren. Thank you.” Warren shuddered, given that

gratitude is genuine,” Amelia said mildly, her gaze shifting to her son, who was still interacting with the other kids in the play area not far

away.