The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1198

Chapter 1198

Amelia’s mind raced with doubts and fears. Was Riley really suffering from a mental illness, confined to a psychiatric hospital?

After washing up and changing her clothes, Amelia still felt a little muddle-headed.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw Warren standing outside, obviously waiting for her.

“Are you done?” he asked gently.

Amelia nodded, her voice subdued. “Yes.”

“Go to the living room and have a seat. I’ve warmed up a glass of milk. It’s good to drink a cup of milk before sleep,” he suggested, guiding her to the couch and handing her a cup of warm milk.

Amelia accepted the warm glass of milk, holding it in her hands and recalling the time when Riley had secretly brought her milk during her pregnancy.

Back then, Riley had remarked, “You require proper nutrition at this point. I might not be able to offer much, but I still have ways to get you some milk.”

Drip, drip!

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and one escaped, falling into the cup.

She hastily wiped her eyes, but more tears followed as if they had been waiting for a release.

“I-I’m sorry, but… I don’t think I can drink this right now,” Amelia whispered, her voice shaky.

his heart aching for her. At the same time, he couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. Those tears were meant for him, but he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He

worried about Riley?”

in a psychiatric hospital. If she is, how long will it take to locate her? With so many psychiatric hospitals across the country, even with Rosalie’s assistance, the search could be prolonged. How long before we get any leads?”

words, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

caress her tear-stained face, his palm slowly moistening from her

his skin, infiltrating his veins, and creating a

“If I also

a daze as she felt

After a pause, she suddenly clutched his hand, her voice filled

as you refrain from crying,”

men to look for Riley as long

as he tried to distance himself from the emotions of the past,

tears had the power

finding F Seeing him make calls and instruct his team to check the list of patie in psychiatric hospitals across the country for the past ten years was

her not crying, and it left Amelia feeling somewhat

immensely grateful for his support in locating

filtering through the window. Sleep eluded Amelia, and

his usually austere countenance appeared much softer. His high nose bridge and beautifully shaped lips made him a striking figure. In truth, he

remembered how he wiped her tears with his hands and told her not to cry.

was in a trance, feeling as if the man had never been hypnotized. It was as if Warren

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