Chapter 1147
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
Amelia quickly stood up and told the nurse. âHe⦠Heâs awake.â
âIâll inform the doctor to come and examine him,â the nurse responded.
After the nurse left the ward, Amelia lowered her head, looking at the hand that he held. âCould youâ¦
let go for a moment? The doctor will come to check on you.â
However, Warren clung to her hand as if it were the only way to ensure her safety. âYou⦠Are you really okay?â
âIâm fine, and the baby is fine too. Thank you for saving me⦠and our child,â she said.
His eyes flashed with surprise when she used the word âour,â as if she saw them as one, not two individuals.
âYouâre okay, and the baby⦠is fine. Itâs great,â he murmured. His voice, already hoarse, became even more fragmented due to the lump in his throat.
âYour neck is injured. Talk less,â 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.
Warrenâs 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.
âMr. 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 shouldnât 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,â the doctor cautioned.
Upon hearing that, Warrenâs expression instantly changed. He ignored the doctorâs order to speak less and asked, âThe blood transfused into my body was mine?â
âYes, your wife mentioned that you had blood stored at Womenâs Health Hospital. It was fortunate that we used it in time. Otherwise, the blood bankâs supply of your rare blood type would have been insufficient, which could have been very dangerous.â The doctor sighed.
However, Warrenâs expression worsened as he heard that.
The blood he had stored was for Amelia, but now it had been used for himself. He could not help but worry about what would happen when she needed blood for childbirth. What if the stored blood wasnât enough for her when she needed it?
He thought, âWhy⦠Why did they use that blood on me? They are not for me!â
A sense of hopelessness washed over Warren, and he inadvertently released Ameliaâs hand that he had been holding.
After the medical staff left, Amelia tried to help Warren adjust his blanket. âWhyâ¦â Warrenâs voice sounded suddenly.
âDidnât the doctor tell you to speak less? If you have something to say, wait for three days,â Amelia reminded.
Yet, Warren persisted, âWhy did you bring up the stored blood? They shouldnât have been used on me.â
âThey are yours to begin with, so using them for yourself is e reasonable, isnât it?â Amelia said.
âBut you know that the blood isâ¦â He wanted to say more, but s finger over his lips, quieting his words.
âWarren⦠Enough, thatâs enough. Youâve done more than enough fo me,â she said gently, her voice devoid of its usual coldness and aloof instead carrying a tinge of compassion. âMoreover, you lost so much blood today to save me. Your blood might have been used on me anywa if you hadnât used them.â
Even though she had said so, his deep-set eyes still held a touch of self-blame.
His sorrow seemed to have infected her as she suddenly embraced him.
It was a surprising move on her part that even she found unusual.
In the past, she might never have imagined herself willingly hugging en again.
ever, she was genuinely holding hih in now.
t guilt? Was it compassion? Or was its berhathing else?
ren, thatâs enough⦠You donât need to obtare yourself for anything. ou know? When your blood was transiusted back into your body, I rateful for this blood. If there was no biolold do for you and something le had happened, then Iâ¦â Her voice chekked as she spoke, making it ilt to continue. âThankfully, you left the opoptrating table safely.â
en was frozen in place, and he could feel herwawarinbreath on his as hugging him again, and he wondered how donlong it had been since ad embraced him so openly and willinglygly.
t were a distant memory, a time when she loved bihishes he would s be the one to initiate a hug and playfully askahiihto kovove her more nore.
then, she would say. âThatâs not enough, I want you toukovÅowerme Warren, Iâm a very greedy woman. If you canât showeremetivith is always feel that itâs not sufficient.â
wers now..she said. âEnough! Thatâs enough!âh ad ciused his eyes and opened his arms gently embracing teth re before him. He was afraid that this embrace was just a figment iontaicin fearing that this hug had never existed.cd.
Lysbocvediffened slightly, but she did not push Warren away she Bouwe dorive done so much for me. If I used to be afraid of you and on, thoeanas feards gone now. I know that no matter what dangerge by dare, y bade.youlbrisk your life to save us.â
whinna lying lying on the operating table, her only thought was forfor fe.cafe.
hen that she redha dhlized how much she cared for him.
E, Warren, in deis, ho his hoarse voice, asked, âYouâre not afraid of meme I afraid of you anyoucany store she murmured. She was now afraidand rified of him getting ingdinjured.
08:58 188 P âAmelia⦠Ameliaâ¦â he muttered repeatedly, burying his face in her chest. His voice was choked with emotion.
Even though every word he spoke strained his wounds, he could not help but repeat her name.
It was as though her name had been weighing on his heart for far too long.
Amelia found herself lying on Warrenâs hospital bed when she woke up.
The situation made her feel embarrassed.
While Warrenâs ward was a VIP ward with a larger bed than standard rooms, there was still a sense of awkwardness lying side by side.
What made it even more uncomfortable was that she was met with Warrenâs gaze when she opened her eyes.