The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 678

Warren couldn’t help but be reminded of Amelia’s messy hair, bruised face, and slender body all night. Her image lingered in his mind.

He thought, “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I stop thinking about Amelia lately? Three months later, when she hands over Aiden to me, I’ll have nothing to do with that woman!”

“Mr. York? What do you think of this plan? Mr. York?” The voice of his subordinates suddenly interrupted him, and then he came back to his senses. He saw clearly that he was in the conference room, and he was attending a meeting of the senior management of the company.

“I’ll take a closer look at this plan and discuss it later. Let’s end the meeting first,” Warren said.

The senior executives thought incredulously, “The meeting is over?”

The senior executives looked at each other. They thought, “Didn’t they say that we would discuss and improve this plan today?”

However, since Jonathan said so, the others naturally didn’t say much. Everyone packed up the documents at hand and then left the conference

room.

Finally, Warren said to the secretary beside him, “You can go out first. I want to be alone.”

“Yes,” the secretary answered.

When Warren was the only one left in the meeting room, his face finally showed a trace of fatigue and struggle. Then, he raised his hand and put it on his forehead. “Amelia,” he said the name through gritted teeth, but he felt ashamed.

Amelia lay on the bed and barely wanted to move.

Although the examinations in the hospital yesterday showed that all her injuries were merely skin trauma, at that moment, she felt every bone and muscle in her body was aching.

The doorbell rang. She wondered, “Did Mother forget to bring the key when she went out?”

soon as she got to her

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expected. The condition of my physique

prison previously, she didn’t feel so weak the next

a hurry. Amelia walked to the door and opened it, but she

a moment, she

stared at Amelia unhappily. “Why did it take so

had an impulse to laugh. “Mr. York, this is my home. I can open the door

gaze. Although the bruising on her face was not as serious as

long legs and strode into

home. I didn’t allow you to come in! Please go

“Believe

break the contract with you and then lease this house to me. Your so-called ‘home’ can turn into

hand you the agreement? Didn’t you

to do! However, he felt restless

hell happened last night? Did you really slap Irene in the face?” Warren found an excuse

was there to seek justice for Irene.

So, are you going to seek justice for Irene and slap me

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own. What else can you complain about? “Don’t you think

pay for the wrongdoings she committed!” What Amelia hated the most wasn’t

have taken the cold medicine.

on the other hand, owed her a

continued to laugh as if she had heard the funniest joke

he

she was