The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1111

He and Amelia shared a rare blood type of which there was very little inventory in the hospital.

As he did not know how much danger Amelia would be in when she delivered the baby, that was all he could do at the moment.

His blood and his liver were all he could provide.

“Understood, Mr. York,” the doctor answered.

Warren closed his eyes slowly after the doctor and nurse left the ward with the bag of 13 ounces of blood. He remembered that day by the operating table; Amelia had looked at him with disdain as if the sight of him sickened her.

If he had not done that, he wondered if it would be possible for him and her to get back together.

After all, her attitude toward him had become less hostile with time.

However, if he had not done that then, he would not have known how unshakeable her determination to bring the child into the world was.

“It’s always me who messes up everything between us. Why do I always do that?” he wondered. “I used to back then, and I still do now.”

Soon, it was time for Amelia’s prenatal follow-up. After her son went to school that morning, she took her purse as she planned to go to the hospital.

When she left her concession stand, she caught sight of Warren’s car parked at the entrance. He was standing beside it as if waiting for her.

Amelia turned away, acting as if she had not seen Warren in an attempt to avoid him.

rushed over and grabbed Amelia by the arm. “Let me take you to the

her arm back but to

Warren!” Amelia protested. “I made it clear that day. We’ve had enough of each other. Please,

I just wanted to pick you up, in case you run into danger along

biggest threat to my safety! Do you think I would ever dare get in your car again? You had somebody hold me down on the operating table the last time you gave me a ride. Are you going to take me back to that place and order me how to behave? I am a human being, but I don’t even have control over my own body, which is

word she hurled at him seemed to stab him like

concluded her

of that sort. It will never happen again. Will you trust me, please?” he begged.

“How am I supposed to believe you? What’s more,” here, she paused and stared

he had only just realized that her arm was

the entire time as if wordlessly expressing the

to such an irremediable extent without

are not suited for each other, Warren. I just want to bring this child into the world. Please let

of a sudden, he turned pale. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something

once, leaving Warren to

in a daze. His heart seared with pain as though

and waited for the bus. Not long after, a car stopped in front of her. The driver emerged and addressed Amelia, “Hello, Ms. Haab. Mr. York

Amelia refused. “I’m waiting for the bus.

crowded and bad for you and your unborn child if

view in the distance. Traffic congestion would result if