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 heard

worry about

that blood on me? They are not

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

Warren adjust

doctor tell you to speak less? If you have something to say, wait

“Why did you bring up the stored blood? They shouldn’t have

begin with, so using them for yourself is

wanted to say more, but s finger over his lips, quieting his

gently, her voice devoid of its usual coldness and aloof instead carrying a 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 them.”

his deep-set eyes still held

sorrow seemed to have infected her

surprising move on her part

she might never have imagined

was genuinely holding hih in now.

Was it compassion? Or

no biolold do for you and something le had happened, then I…” Her voice chekked as she spoke, making it ilt to continue. “Thankfully, you left the opoptrating table

and he could feel herwawarinbreath on

had been since ad embraced

were a distant memory, a time when she loved bihishes

be the one to initiate a hug and playfully askahiihto kovove her more

nore.

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you can’t showeremetivith is always feel that

“Enough! That’s

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