Chapter 1131
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
But now, Warren had to draw over 13 ounces of blood once a month.
âDonât you know that if you keep drawing blood like this, your body will not be able to take it!â She stared at him. A surge of anger rose from her chest.
But she didnât even understand why she was angry. She wondered if it was because he stored blood for her without telling her, or because he didnât care about his own body, or something else.
âSo what?â He looked at her gently and said calmly, âAmelia, thatâs all I can do for you. I know itâs hard for you to trust me again, but⦠I hope the child will be born safely more than anyone else, and I want to ensure nothing will go wrong with your childbirth.â
He paused before he continued, âItâs only over 13 ounces of blood once a month. It is nothing. I will cherish and look after my body.â
It was because, in addition to blood, the liver in his body was also of great importance.
Once her condition worsened, he could provide the liver source for the doctor to perform a second liver transplant on her.
Therefore, he would take care of his body more than anyone else.
âYouâ¦â Ameliaâs nose suddenly stung, and the stinging sensation spread all the way from the tip of her nose to her chest and limbs. Even her eyes felt somewhat astringent, as if she was about to tear up.
âAll right. Iâve already given you the answer you want to know. Is it okay now?â he said.
Amelia bit her lip slightly. âAnyway, I donât want you to draw blood once a month. Itâs too dangerous.â
âI know it well whether there is danger or not.â He said, âDonât worry. I wonât do anything harmful to my body.â
âButââ She wanted to say something more but was interrupted by him.
âIf you go on like this, Iâll think that you care about me.â Warrenâs eyes became deeper. âAmelia, do you?â
Those words made Ameliaâs heart skip a beat. âDo I care about him?â she asked herself inwardly.
Amelia subconsciously wanted to deny it in her mind. âI just donât want you to be in danger because of me. Iâve made it clear that we donât owe each other, so you donât have to do this for me out of guilt,â
she said.
At the same time, she silently told herself it was because she didnât want to owe him anything anymore that she didnât want him to draw blood for her again.
Warren raised the corners of his lips and felt bitterness in his mouth. âDonât worry, you donât owe me anything. I am the one who owes you, and Iâm not doing this because of guilt either!â
If it were just guilt, he wouldnât risk his life. He was willing to do that simply because he loved her.
âEven so, you canât draw blood once a month, and I donât need your blood anymore! Where is the doctor who consented to take your blood once a month? Iâll go find him!â Amelia said.
Just when she was about to ask the nurse in charge of the blood bag, Warren suddenly grabbed her arm and said, âDonât go!â
She wanted to break free from his grip, but his fingers tightly clasped her arm. âIt has nothing to do with the doctor. I insist on doing it!â he said.
âEven if you insist, the doctor should still consider what a normal personâs body can take,â Amelia said as she raised her other hand to take his fingers off her arm.
Warren suddenly staggered, and his whole body was a little shaky.
Amelia paused instantly and looked at him nervously. âWhatâs wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?â His appearance right then reminded her of his weak look in front of the concession stand before, as if he would fall at any time.
âI just havenât had breakfast this morning, so Iâm a little hungry.â He smiled faintly.
But that smile made Amelia feel sad.
In the end, even Amelia herself didnât understand why she took the initiative to accompany Warren to a restaurant near the hospital, where she ordered some easy-to-digest food and dined with Warren.
Warren said, âActually, you donât need to accompany me here. Arenât you waiting for the report? It should be out soon.â
âIf there is anything unusual in the report, the doctor will contact me. Since he hasnât contacted me, everything should be normal,â Amelia said.
âThen⦠shall I move to another table?â He said, âIf you share the same table with me, you will⦠feel uncomfortable, right?â
He still remembered that she had told him whenever he approached her, she would be scared and think of the scene where he had someone hold her down on the operating table.
Therefore, he would restrain all his desires and impulses just for her, as he didnât want her to be scared and recall those horrible memories again.
Amelia was taken aback. When she saw Warren about to get up and move to another table, she grabbed his hand. She didnât expect herself to act like that and was stunned for a while.
Warren also looked at Amelia in surprise. His gloomy eyes seemed to light up slightly, tinged with a touch of excitement.
âItâs unnecessary,â said Amelia as she bit her lip slightly.
Warren was startled for a while before he said in a faint, choked voice, âOkay.â Then, he lowered his head and ate the food in front of him.
After a while, Amelia said, âLetâs stop the blood draw. It will cause too much damage to the body. If you still insist on it, then I will go straight to the doctor in charge.â
When he heard that, Warren raised his head and looked at the person before him. âEven if this hospital no longer draws blood for me, I can change to another hospital. Otherwise, I can also find a private doctor or nurse to take and store blood for me. When there is a will, there is a way.â
Amelia glared at him and said, âHave you ever thought about what will happen if a personâs blood is taken frequently?â
Warren met her gaze and said, âSimilarly, have you ever thought about the risk of being pregnant and having a baby now?â
Amelia choked.
Warren continued, âSince you can take the risk for the baby in your belly, why canât I take the risk for you?â