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.

her tears fall, his heart aching for her. At the same time, he couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. Those tears were meant for him, but

about

cry and that crying isn’t good for the baby, but… I don’t know if Riley is truly in a psychiatric hospital. If she is, how long will it take to locate her? With so many psychiatric hospitals across the country, even

words, and tears streamed down her

to caress her tear-stained face, his palm slowly

seep through his skin, infiltrating his

he murmured softly. “If I also mobilize resources

the face that was mere inches away from hers in a daze as she felt his finger gently brush

you assist us in finding Riley’s whereabouts?” After a pause, she suddenly clutched

long as you refrain from crying,” he assured her.

Riley as

the past, he still couldn’t bear to see her cry. It

though her tears had the power to move him to do anything for her.

the list of patie in psychiatric hospitals across the country for the past ten years

crying, and it left Amelia feeling somewhat

Warren’s motivations, Amelia was immensely grateful for his support in locating

the window. Sleep eluded Amelia, and she gazed at Warren, who was resting beside her, in

austere countenance appeared much softer. His high nose bridge and beautifully shaped lips made him a

wiped her tears with his hands and

It was as if Warren

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