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.

in this condition!” Amelia exclaimed.

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

moonlight, his face looked even paler than before.

If you drive

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

had really set foot in this place, something he believed

them up,” Amelia whispered as

allowing it to soothe his throat and warm his stomach, which helped alleviate the cold he felt.

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

”

least you are the father of our children. When I was still in school, my father passed away. I don’t want my

you?” His eyes glistened

The sparkle in his eyes made it difficult for her to meet his gaze directly, so she

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

he weren’t in this world. But now, she didn’t want anything bad to befall him. Even though she claimed that it was solely for the children’s sake, it had become a genuine motivation for him to live.

driver and have him pick you

he replied, taking out his phone and dialing the driver’s number.

“I heard from the neighbor that you’ve been coming over

something wrong. “I… I just…” He merely wanted to

haven’t caused any trouble, but in reality, your actions have been a form