The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 411

In fact, it was as if he had discovered, for the first time, that she could be even more determined than he had thought.

She could harm her own body so casually, but when he saw the blood oozing from her, he felt a piercing chill. Every nerve in his body felt like it was stabbing with pain.

It was as if she had embedded those shards of glass into him.

It was so painful for him.

But at that moment, his pain and anger made Amelia laugh. With a single laugh, the blood from her abdomen seemed to seep even faster.

“Don’t laugh!” He was in a panic, afraid that her blood would flow too fast, too much.

She laughed and seemed to mock him for panicking.

“Does this count as repaying a life?” Amelia struggled, feeling the blood flowing. Yet, she knew she wouldn’t die.

Back in prison, she had endured too many injuries. Sometimes, with enough wounds, healing became a habit. So, she knew she wasn’t going to die from those injuries.

She did that to make Warren understand her determination.

“I can live the rest of my life without bearing a child. You can also have a doctor remove my uterus. Of course, it’s possible that my uterus is already damaged, and I may not be able to conceive a child anymore.” Amelia struggled as she looked at the pale man in front of her with mocking eyes.

Warren was very pale at that moment. His black eyes were filled with tension, pain, and panic, as if… he cared deeply for Amelia. If she hadn’t witnessed his heartlessness, she might have believed it.

He was acting that way now probably because he was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to give birth to a child for him and

Irene.

“Warren, I’m repaying with this… Is it enough?” Her blood dripped onto the luxurious carpet along the glass and her fingers.

he couldn’t say a word. Warren had never imagined Amelia could be so determined.

terrified him.

would

hospital by an ambulance, and Warren

in the corridor and stared at his bloodied hands as Amelia was pushed into the

was… her blood.

to hurt herself

hands… even now, they were

shaking!” he kept shouting

made herself unable to

even if she dies on the operating table today!’ Warren kept pondering.

had once hugged him with a bright smile and said, “Warren, I want to give you a child, um, not just one, but many, many more. What do you think?

another sudden pain

pounded his chest as if to stop

again. After her release from prison, he had gone to such

three and a half years in

her hurting herself, he didn’t know why he wanted to stop her and even

up feeling like he was the one who

his phone started ringing, which was especially clear

caller ID. It was

he answered the call, Irene’s soft

his voice tinged with fatigue.

asked hurriedly, “What’s wrong with you? Are you

matters,” he answered. Indeed, dealing with Amelia was

wanted to ask when you’ll be back. If you

during that time

more uneasy.

afraid that something unexpected might