The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1115

Only then did Warren steady himself, though his eyes remained closed and his hands were pressed against his forehead.

Under the moonlight, Amelia could only make out Warren’s hauntingly pale face. Even his lips appeared to have a sickly grayish hue. Since she was currently holding and supporting him, she felt his hand, which was unnaturally cold to the touch.

After a while, Warren finally opened his eyes slowly and stood up straight. “I’ll head back now,” he said.

“What’s wrong with you?” Amelia couldn’t help but ask. She sensed that he appeared quite frail, as though he might collapse at any moment, despite standing straight.

“Me?” Warren was momentarily taken aback by the question. Then he forced a smile and replied, “I’m fine.” However, only he himself was aware of the exhaustion weighing down on his body at that moment, making even the simplest of movements feel laborious.

He should have been resting after his blood draw earlier today, but his overwhelming desire to see her had compelled him to come here again.

Even though the concession stand had been closed, the sight of the lights in the room made him feel a little closer to her.

“Are you really okay?” she said suspiciously.

“I’m really fine… I’m really sorry for disturbing you. I… I’ll leave you alone, I swear,” he stammered, his words coming out in fragments. He attempted to open the driver’s seat door but failed the first time, only succeeding on the second try.

Feeling a wave of dizziness again, he shook his head vigorously. As he was about to sit in the driver’s seat, a hand suddenly grabbed his own.

Warren was taken aback and stared at Amelia with a blank expression.

drive in this condition!” Amelia exclaimed.

just a bit tired, that’s all. I can still

under the moonlight, his face

inside with me and have some water first. If you drive alone like this, something

back to reality when he followed

place, something he believed he was never qualified

down. Don’t wake them up,” Amelia whispered as

water, allowing it to soothe his throat and warm his stomach, which helped alleviate the cold

letting me in. I thought you wouldn’t care about me, whether I was alive or

”

least you are the father of our children. When I was still in school, my father passed away. I don’t want my children to grow up without a

you?” His eyes

in his eyes made it difficult for her to meet his gaze directly, so she responded vaguely, “Whatever suits you.”

live, then I’ll live. No matter how hard

now, she didn’t want anything

driver and have him pick you up,” Amelia suggested.

phone and dialing the driver’s number.

that you’ve been coming over a lot lately and frequently stopping

crossed his face, as though he had been caught in the act of doing something wrong. “I… I just…” He merely wanted to catch another glimpse of her, even if

caused any trouble, but in reality, your actions have been a form of disturbance. Our neighbors have