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.

can’t drive in this condition!”

that’s all. I

the moonlight, his face looked

with me and have some water first. If you drive alone like this, something bad might happen,” Amelia

only snapping back to reality when he followed Amelia inside

place, something he

and Aiden are already asleep. Keep your voice down. Don’t wake them up,” Amelia whispered as she poured a glass of warm water and handed it to

allowing it to soothe his throat and

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

”

or died wouldn’t be my concern. But now, at 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

want me to live, don’t you?” His eyes

made it difficult for her to

want me to live, then I’ll live. No matter how

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

have him pick

his phone and dialing the

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

he had been caught in the act of doing something wrong. “I… I just…” He merely wanted

been a form of