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.

meant for him, but he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He couldn’t stand seeing her

because you’re worried about Riley?” he softly inquired.

in a psychiatric hospital. If she is, how long will it take

on her words, and tears

caress her tear-stained face,

through his skin, infiltrating his veins, and creating a profound sense of discomfort.

murmured softly. “If I

from hers in a daze as she felt his finger

After a pause, she suddenly clutched his hand, her voice filled with anxious hope.

as long as you refrain from crying,” he

men to look for Riley

tried to distance himself from the emotions of the past,

was as though her tears had the power to move

Seeing him make calls and instruct his team to check the list of patie in psychiatric hospitals across the country for the

condition was her not crying, and

of Warren’s motivations, Amelia was immensely grateful for his

darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the window. Sleep eluded Amelia, and she gazed at Warren, who was resting beside

appeared much softer. His high nose bridge and beautifully shaped lips made him a striking figure. In truth, he was a gentleman.

his hands

as if the man had never been hypnotized. It was as if Warren still loved her and was willing to do anything for her, as

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