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.

furrowed involuntarily as he thought, “She had barely taken a

heading to the play area near the restaurant to have fun.

ran

area.

the restaurant’s play area was nearby, Amelia chose to stay at their table instead of following Aiden there. She sat down and watched

all, children had to learn to grow independently, and Amelia could not be

much time left to spend with her son after this.

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 taking

of water. “I don’t believe I need

holding the pills, and

he recalled the several

she

one

Amelia. “Aren’t you supposed to despise me

of me and ruin my day. If

her hand, as if Amelia’s

day, I definitely won’t do it in front of

a fierce glare, his chest constricting with pain at her words. “Quit talking about dying all the time. Are you attempting

10:1

talk of

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 said, “So, will you sympathize with

heart skipped a beat as he thought, “What did she mean by that? Was she implying that she might

could that be possible? Her words are likely just an attempt to elicit sympathy. Or perhaps, she has some other hidden motive.”

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 thanking

her gaze shifting to her son, who was still

away.