The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 693

Amelia hoped that Warren would treat Aiden well in the future.

After taking a few photos, Aiden said, “Mommy, can you and Daddy take a picture with me too? Daddy, is that okay?”

Aiden looked up, eagerly gazing at Warren.

Warren was about to agree, but Amelia was one step ahead and said, “There’s no need for that. I found out that this amusement park takes automatic photos of us while we’re having fun. I’ll show you those photos when we get back home, okay?”

Aiden immediately nodded in excitement, and he did not bring up the idea of taking a photo together again.

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. She had just discovered the amusement park’s photo feature herself, which meant she didn’t have to force herself to take photos with Warren anymore.

Even though it was her son’s wish, for her, it was akin to some form of

torment.

Warren’s expression darkened as he contemplated, “Does this woman not want to take photos with me at all? I should have been the one who’s unwilling, so what gives her the right to say that?”

At this moment, Amelia didn’t spare Warren a glance. Instead, she kept her head down, engrossed in a conversation with her son. The two of them, an adult and a child, were pointing and gesturing toward the outside scenery visible through the Ferris wheel’s glass window.

Suddenly, Warren felt like he was being treated like he did not exist.

At noon, the three of them located a restaurant within the amusement park and sat down at a table. Amelia had only managed to eat a small portion of her meal and couldn’t consume anymore.

“Why did you stop eating?” asked Warren, having noticed that she had paused.

”

“I’m full,” Amelia said indifferently.

as he thought, “She had barely taken a few bites,

suggested heading to the play area near the

Aiden immediately ran excitedly toward

area.

restaurant’s play area was nearby, Amelia chose to stay at their table instead of following Aiden there. She sat down and

and Amelia could not be with

have much time left to spend with her

out a pill organizer from her bag. Inside the pill organizer were eight types of pills with different shapes and colors. She then began

pills with a sip of water. “I don’t believe I need to report

grabbed her hand, the one holding the pills, and demanded sharply, “What illness do you

recalled the several occasions when he

it was just a common illness, she did not need

in one go.

to despise me with all your heart? And now, you’re suddenly worried about my

in front of me and ruin my day. If you ever die, do it somewhere I can’t see!”

off her hand, as if Amelia’s

shrugged lightly. “If I do end up dying one day, I definitely won’t do it in front of you. I wouldn’t want the last person I see before I

glare, his chest constricting with pain at her words. “Quit talking about dying all the

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sympathy with talk of

kept her head down, continuing to take her pills one by one until they were all gone. Then, she lifted her head, looked at him steadily, and said, “So, will you sympathize with me? If I’m really dying, and you have the chance to

thought, “What did she mean by that? Was she

possible? Her words are likely

coldly. Amelia chuckled softly, “I thought as much, Warren. Thank you.” Warren shuddered, given that her “thank you” sounded very harsh. “What are you thanking me for? Are

who was still interacting with the other kids in the play area not far

away.