The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 655

Watching the two figures walk hand in hand, he lost himself for a moment. He didn’t immediately drive away but waited until those two figures disappeared from his sight. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, leaning against the back of his seat.

“What’s wrong with me? When I saw the scene of Amelia and Aiden together, I unexpectedly felt warmth and thought that Amelia is a good person, and I even hesitated for a moment about whether to fight for custody for a moment,” he thought.

Although Amelia was a good mother to Aiden, Warren was adamant that his son should not be raised by her family.

If he had to point a finger, it was at Amelia’s father. He was the one who nearly brought the York family to their knees, destroying them.

After a long time, Warren noticed Amelia riding her food cart out of the residential area. Her body looked thin and frail, and it seemed as if she would fall at any moment as she rode that rudimentary

electric tricycle.

Just then, the electric tricycle came to a stop. Amelia lowered her head, clutching the upper right side of her abdomen, and her body seemed to tremble slightly.

Warren frowned, opened the car door, and dashed over to the tricycle. It was only then that he noticed that Amelia’s face was filled with pain. She was biting her lower lip tightly as if she were desperately trying to suppress the pain.

“What’s wrong? Are you all right?” Warren asked, his tone filled with an unexpected concern.

“I-It’s nothing,” Amelia struggled to reply. She had not expected to feel the pain for the second time that day, and it seemed even worse than the first.

When Warren heard that, he pursed his lips. The way she looked, it was clear she was not fine at all. “I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said, preparing to lift her off the tricycle.

Amelia resisted, saying, “No need! Mr. York, I appreciate your concern. Besides, I do not have any spare cash for medical treatment…”

Warren was on the verge of saying that he would cover the expenses, but the words stuck in his throat. “What am I thinking? Was I about to offer to pay for her medical treatment just now?” he wondered.

she appeared, the more satisfied he should be. After all, her father nearly destroyed the York

makes no difference to me whether or not you are alive. But the custody

himself not to care about Amelia.

but laugh. Indeed, in Warren’s opinion, her very existence was a

had eased slightly, she took a deep breath and then looked at Warren. “Mr. York, rest assured that even if I die one day, I will not die in front of you to bring you inconvenience. I just hope that, while the lawsuit is ongoing, please don’t hurt

the electric tricycle again and

the figure riding on it with a

had inexplicably ached for

was as if an

the evening, Rosalie’s fork suddenly fell to the ground, and her complexion changed

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wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Jonathan became nervous instantly.

that my finger joints suddenly hurt a little,” Rosalie

had recently turned colder. Her sensitive finger joints appeared

fingers. “Is it really

cold and humid, my finger joints start to ache. I will visit Mr. Sabatini tomorrow to have

that had happened, combined with her pregnancy, she had stopped going for treatment. Rosalie wondered if Levi would be upset with her when she visited him the

you tomorrow,” Jonathan said.

have work to do. I can

you,”

to eat. The next moment, he suggested, “Let me feed

She was

hand is hurting, right? I am pretty sure feeding yourself right now is