The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1147

Amelia quickly stood up and told the nurse. “He… He’s awake.”

“I’ll inform the doctor to come and examine him,” the nurse responded.

After the nurse left the ward, Amelia lowered her head, looking at the hand that he held. “Could you… let go for a moment? The doctor will come to check on you.”

However, Warren clung to her hand as if it were the only way to ensure her safety. “You… Are you really okay?”

“I’m fine, and the baby is fine too. Thank you for saving me… and our child,” she said.

His eyes flashed with surprise when she used the word “our,” as if she saw them as one, not two individuals.

“You’re okay, and the baby… is fine. It’s great,” he murmured. His voice, already hoarse, became even more fragmented due to the lump in his throat.

“Your neck is injured. Talk less,” Amelia urged.

His neck injury was much more severe than her own.

Obediently, with his dark eyes, he continued gazing at her while holding onto her hand, with no plan to let go of it.

Even when the doctor arrived to examine him, he did not release her hand.

Warren’s postoperative condition was currently stable, and the most severe injury was to his neck. He was advised to limit his speech and consume only liquid foods for three days.

“Mr. York, you lost a significant amount of blood during the surgery, but fortunately, most of the blood we transfused into your body was your own, so there shouldn’t be any issues. However, we are aware that you donate blood regularly. Given your current condition, it is recommended not to donate blood for at least six months,” the doctor cautioned.

Upon hearing that, Warren’s expression instantly changed. He ignored the doctor’s order to speak less and asked, “The blood transfused into my body was mine?”

“Yes, your wife mentioned that you had blood stored at Women’s Health Hospital. It was fortunate that we used it in time. Otherwise, the blood bank’s supply of your rare blood type would have been insufficient, which could have been very dangerous.” The doctor sighed.

worsened as he heard that.

for himself. He could not help but worry about what would happen when she needed blood for childbirth. What if the stored blood wasn’t enough for her when she needed

that blood on me?

of hopelessness washed over Warren, and he inadvertently released Amelia’s hand that he had

Warren

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up the stored blood?

with, so using them for yourself is e reasonable,

to say more, but s

tinge of compassion. “Moreover, you lost so much blood today to save me. Your blood might have been used on me anywa if you hadn’t used

deep-set eyes still held a

sorrow seemed to have infected her as she suddenly embraced him.

a surprising move on her part that even she

the past, she might never have imagined herself willingly hugging en

genuinely holding hih in

guilt? Was it compassion? Or

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wondered how donlong it had been since ad embraced him so openly and willinglygly.

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initiate a hug and playfully askahiihto kovove her more

nore.

say. “That’s not enough, I

If you can’t showeremetivith is always

now..she said. “Enough! That’s

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