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.

Warren’s expression worsened as he heard that.

could not help but worry about what would happen when she needed

they use that blood

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

left, Amelia tried to help Warren adjust his blanket.

you to speak less? If you have something

Warren persisted, “Why did you bring up the stored blood? They shouldn’t have been used on

with, so using them for yourself is e reasonable, isn’t

blood is…” He wanted to say more, but s

of its usual coldness and aloof instead carrying a tinge

she had said so, his deep-set eyes still held a touch of

infected her

a surprising move on her part that

past, she might never have imagined herself willingly hugging en again.

she was genuinely holding hih in now.

guilt? Was it compassion? Or was its berhathing else?

need to obtare yourself for anything. ou know? When your blood was transiusted back into your body, I rateful for this blood. If there was no biolold do for you and something le had happened,

was frozen in place, and he could feel herwawarinbreath

had been since ad embraced him

were a distant memory, a time when she loved

be the one to initiate a hug

nore.

she would say. “That’s not enough, I

woman. If you can’t showeremetivith is always

“Enough! That’s

before him. He was afraid that this embrace was just a figment iontaicin