The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 1147

Amelia quickly stood up and told the nurse. “He… He’s awake.”

“I’ll inform the doctor to come and examine him,” the nurse responded.

After the nurse left the ward, Amelia lowered her head, looking at the hand that he held. “Could you… let go for a moment? The doctor will come to check on you.”

However, Warren clung to her hand as if it were the only way to ensure her safety. “You… Are you really okay?”

“I’m fine, and the baby is fine too. Thank you for saving me… and our child,” she said.

His eyes flashed with surprise when she used the word “our,” as if she saw them as one, not two individuals.

“You’re okay, and the baby… is fine. It’s great,” he murmured. His voice, already hoarse, became even more fragmented due to the lump in his throat.

“Your neck is injured. Talk less,” Amelia urged.

His neck injury was much more severe than her own.

Obediently, with his dark eyes, he continued gazing at her while holding onto her hand, with no plan to let go of it.

Even when the doctor arrived to examine him, he did not release her

hand.

Warren’s postoperative condition was currently stable, and the most severe injury was to his neck. He was advised to limit his speech and consume only liquid foods for three days.

“Mr. York, you lost a significant amount of blood during the surgery, but fortunately, most of the blood we transfused into your body was your own, so there shouldn’t be any issues. However, we are aware that you donate blood regularly. Given your current condition, it is recommended not to donate blood for at least six months,” the doctor cautioned.

Upon hearing that, Warren’s expression instantly changed. He ignored the doctor’s order to speak less and asked, “The blood transfused into my body was mine?”

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in time. Otherwise, the blood bank’s supply of your rare blood type would have

Warren’s expression worsened as he

Amelia, but now it had been used for himself. He could not help but worry about what would happen

thought, “Why… Why did they use that blood

me!”

over Warren, and he inadvertently

left, Amelia tried to help Warren

have something to say, wait for three days,” Amelia

“Why did you bring up the stored

yours to begin with, so using them for yourself is e

the blood is…” He wanted to say more, but s finger over his lips, quieting his words.

gently, her voice devoid of its usual coldness and aloof instead carrying a tinge of

his deep-set eyes

infected her as

on her part that

might never have imagined herself willingly

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en again.

genuinely holding hih in

compassion? Or was its

I rateful for this blood. If there was no biolold do for you and something le had happened, then I…”

and he could feel herwawarinbreath on

it had been since ad embraced him so openly and

distant memory, a time when she loved bihishes

initiate a hug and playfully askahiihto

nore.

she would say. “That’s not enough, I

can’t showeremetivith