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.

furrowed involuntarily as he thought, “She had barely taken a

lunch, Aiden suggested heading to the play area near

and Aiden immediately ran excitedly toward the

area.

area was nearby, Amelia chose to stay at their table instead of following Aiden there. She sat down and watched her son as

and Amelia could

didn’t even have much time left to spend with her son after this.

of pills with different shapes and colors. She then began to take them one by one. Warren’s brow furrowed even more intensely.

don’t believe I need to report my illnesses to you, do I?”

her hand, the one holding the pills, and demanded sharply, “What illness do you have? Why are

Warren, and in his mind, he recalled the several occasions when he

just a common illness, she

in one go.

Amelia. “Aren’t you supposed to despise me with all your

I just don’t want you to die in front of me and ruin

spoke, he forcefully shook off her hand, as if

shrugged lightly. “If I do end up dying one day, I definitely won’t do it in front

fierce glare, his chest constricting with pain at her

10:1

talk of your death?”

head, looked at him steadily, and

“What did she mean by that?

thought briefly crossed Warren’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it, reminding himself, “How could that be possible? Her words are likely just an attempt to elicit sympathy. Or perhaps, she has some other hidden motive.”

said coldly. Amelia chuckled softly, “I thought as much, Warren. Thank you.” Warren shuddered, given that her “thank you”

is genuine,” Amelia said mildly, her gaze shifting to her son, who was still interacting with the other kids in the

away.