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!”

fine. I’m just a bit tired, that’s

moonlight, his face looked even paler

some water first. If you drive

́was in a trance, only snapping back to reality when he followed Amelia inside

in this place, something he believed he was never qualified to do again.

them up,” Amelia whispered as she poured

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

wouldn’t care about me, whether

”

are the

His eyes glistened as if they

in his eyes made it difficult for her to meet his gaze directly, so she responded vaguely,

then I’ll live. No matter how hard it gets, I’ll keep on living!” he

about his life at all, and at times. even wished he weren’t in this world. But now, she didn’t want anything bad to befall

have him pick you

phone and dialing the driver’s

call, he heard her voice again. “I heard from the neighbor that you’ve been coming over a lot

caught in the act of doing something wrong. “I… I just…” He merely wanted to catch another glimpse of her, even

again. You might think you haven’t caused any trouble, but in reality, your actions have been a form of disturbance. Our neighbors have already noticed you. They’ll speculate and it