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,

the play

nodded, and Aiden immediately ran

area.

stay at their table instead of following Aiden there.

to grow independently, and

left to

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

with a sip of water. “I don’t believe I need to report my illnesses to you,

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

his mind, he recalled the several occasions when

it was just a common illness, she did

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?”

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

her hand, as

dying one day, I definitely won’t do it in front of you. I wouldn’t want the last person I see before I die to be you either!”

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

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talk of

pills one by one until they were all gone. Then, she lifted her head, looked at him steadily, and said, “So, will you sympathize

beat as he thought, “What did she mean

be possible? Her words are likely just an attempt to

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

my gratitude is genuine,” Amelia said mildly, her gaze shifting to her son, who was still interacting

away.