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.

expression worsened as he

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

hopelessness washed over Warren, and he inadvertently released

tried to help Warren adjust his blanket. “Why…” Warren’s

the doctor tell you to speak less? If you have something to say, wait for three days,” Amelia

stored blood? They shouldn’t have

are yours to begin with, so using them for yourself is e reasonable, isn’t it?”

is…” He wanted to say more, but s

than enough fo me,” she said gently, her voice devoid of its usual coldness and aloof instead carrying a tinge of compassion. “Moreover,

she had said so, his deep-set eyes still

infected her as she suddenly embraced him.

a surprising move on her part

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genuinely holding

it compassion? Or

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place, and he could

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hug

nore.

not enough,

I’m a very greedy woman. If you can’t showeremetivith is always

“Enough!

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