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.

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

lunch, Aiden suggested heading to the play

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 watched her son as he joined the other kids inside

to learn to grow independently, and Amelia could

time left to spend with

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

“I don’t believe I

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

of unease welled up within Warren, and in his mind, he recalled the several occasions when

common illness, she did

in one

you supposed to despise

darkened. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just don’t want you to die in front of me and ruin my day. If you ever

forcefully shook off her hand,

dying one day, I definitely won’t do it in front

pain at her

10:1

with talk

him. She just 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

she mean by that? Was she implying that she might

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

Warren said coldly. Amelia chuckled

said mildly, her gaze shifting to her son, who was still interacting with the other

away.