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.

he thought, “She had barely taken a few bites, and

suggested heading to the play area near the restaurant

nodded, and Aiden immediately ran excitedly toward

area.

Aiden there. She sat down and watched her

had to learn to grow independently, and Amelia could not be with her

didn’t even have much time left to

the pill organizer were eight types of pills with different shapes and colors. She then began to take them one by

with a sip of water. “I don’t believe I need

holding the pills, and demanded sharply, “What illness do you have? Why are you

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

just a common illness, she

in one

you supposed to despise me with all your heart? And now,

want you to die in front of me and ruin my day. If you ever die, do it somewhere I can’t see!”

spoke, he forcefully shook off her hand, as if Amelia’s hand were something dirty.

one day, I definitely won’t do it in front of you. I wouldn’t want

her words. “Quit talking about dying all the time. Are

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with talk of your

answer him. She just kept her head down, continuing to take her pills one by one until they were all gone. Then, she lifted her head, looked at him steadily, and

thought, “What did she mean by that? Was she implying that

reminding himself, “How could that be possible? Her words are

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 her “thank you” sounded very harsh. “What are you

shifting to her son, who was still interacting with the other

away.