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.

barely taken a few bites, and she’s already full?”

they finished their lunch, Aiden suggested heading to the

ran excitedly toward the play

area.

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

and

left to spend

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. She then began to take them one by one. Warren’s brow furrowed even more intensely. “Why are you taking so many pills? What kind of illness do you have?”

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

hand, the one holding the pills, and demanded sharply, “What illness

recalled the several occasions when he had seen her grimacing in pain until her

she did not need to take

in one

what’s 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

front of me and ruin my day. If you ever die, do it

her hand, as if Amelia’s hand

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

glare, his chest constricting with pain at her words.

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talk of your death?”

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 save

did she mean by that? Was she implying that she might

briefly crossed Warren’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it, reminding himself, “How could that be possible? Her words are likely just an

if today you were dying right in front of me, I wouldn’t save you!” Warren said coldly. Amelia chuckled softly, “I thought as much, Warren. Thank

her gaze shifting to her son, who

away.