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 few bites, and she’s

they finished their lunch, Aiden suggested heading to the play area near the restaurant to

Aiden immediately ran

area.

Amelia chose to stay at their table instead of following Aiden there. She sat down and watched her son as he joined the other kids inside to play.

grow independently, and Amelia could not be with

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

the waiter for a glass of water, then took out a pill organizer from her bag. Inside the pill organizer were eight types of pills with different shapes and colors.

sip of water. “I don’t believe I need

face suddenly darkened, and he grabbed her hand, the one holding the pills, and demanded sharply, “What illness do you have?

and in his mind, he recalled the several

illness, she did not need to take

in one go.

this? Are you actually concerned?” scoffed Amelia. “Aren’t you supposed to despise me with all your heart? And now, you’re suddenly worried about my illness?”

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

off her hand,

do it in front of you. I wouldn’t want the last person I see before I die to be

constricting with pain at her words. “Quit talking about dying all the time. Are you attempting

10:1

with talk of your death?”

her head, looked at him steadily, and said, “So, will you sympathize with

skipped a beat as he thought, “What did she mean by that? Was she implying

“How could that be possible? Her words are likely

Don’t delude yourself, Amelia. Even if today you were dying right in front of me, I wouldn’t save you!” Warren said coldly. Amelia chuckled softly, “I thought

who was still interacting with the

away.