Chapter 1183
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
She slapped him in the face, interrupting him.
âThatâs enough, Warren. If you really loved me before, stop right there!â A mist clouded over her dark eyes, and her voice was stifled with sobs.
He was stunned. There seemed to be an unmovable weight lodged in his throat.
Ultimately, he did not finish the sentence. Instead, he warned, âIf you donât want him to lose his reputation, youâd better stay away from him.â
âI told you, Warren. Leave Lucas out of this,â Amelia pleaded. She did not want Lucas to be implicated.
However, it led him to the mistaken conclusion that it was because she cared about Lucas.
âWhat if I insist on getting him involved? By the way, I remember you were very close to Lucas when I found you. Did you want to be with him. at the time? Heâs now divorced from his wife. What about you?
You always say you will divorce me after the baby is born. Is it because you want to be with him?â
Warren said coldly.
âYou misunderstand me, Mr. York. Amelia and Iâ¦â Lucas wanted to explain but he did not realize that anything he said at that moment would only have the opposite effect.
âMisunderstand? Is this a misunderstanding?â Warrenâs gaze fell on Lucasâ hand holding Ameliaâs.
Then, he snatched Lucasâ hand away from her.
The sudden movement caused Lucas to stagger several steps back.
Seeing this, Amelia was so anxious that she instinctively decided to check if Lucas was hurt. The moment she took a step in his direction, however, she found herself suddenly yanked back by Warren.
âAre you so concerned that you canât wait to run over him?â Warren sneered.
Amelia struggled to get rid of his grip. âLet go of me, Warren!â
Nothing she said made the slightest difference; his hand remained firmly around her arm. âLet me tell you something, Amelia. Even if we are divorced, it doesnât mean you can be with Lucas!â
âWhat the hell do you want, Warren?â Amelia cried angrily. âSince weâve agreed that I wonât ever show my face around you, why does matter who I am with?â
âThatâs right. Why does it matter?â he thought. Her question struck him like a thunderbolt, yet he could not stand the thought of her being with another man.
âShe could onlyâ¦â
A voice in his heart seemed to be calling out with yearning. Though his rational mind was desperately trying to suppress the urge, it could not be stopped.
âShe could only be with me!â shouted the voice.
Upon noticing that Warren was momentarily distracted, Amelia quickly broke free from his grip and ran to Lucas. âAre you all right, Lucas?â she asked anxiously.
âI⦠Iâm fine, but seeing how things between you and Mr. York are, I should explainâ¦â Lucas said apologetically.
However, Amelia knew that no explanation was going to work on Warren in his present state.
Furthermore, the train they were going to board was about to arrive.
âLetâs go back to Strico, Lucas,â Amelia said. She wanted nothing more than to leave now and not Lucas get involved.
âButâ¦â Lucas was still hesitant. Suddenly, Warrenâs voice interrupted the conversation between them.
âNone of you are leaving today without my permission!â Then, Warren turned to Frederick. âCall the police. My wife is at a railway station with a strange man. Have them handle this civil dispute.â
âAt once,â Frederick answered.
Amelia panicked. âStop being unreasonable, Warren! Take your anger out on me if you really hate me so much, but donât do this to Lucas. He is a good man who doesnât deserve to get involved for my sake!â:
âGood man?â Warren walked to Amelia and grabbed her by the chin. âSo, Iâm the bad guy? That is why you never considered me. No matter how I pleaded, you would never give me a chance.â
âIâ¦â She was about to explain when suddenly, her brows furrowed and she groaned in pain.
âIt hurts!â she thought in anguish. âMy belly⦠It hurts!â
Amelia clutched her stomach with one hand and felt a series of sudden, violent lurches in her belly.
Every movement throbbed with pain.
Compared with the pain, however, she was more afraid of the ominous sign that the child was ready.
It was only a momentary flash, but Ameliaâs forehead and palms were already slick with sweat.
Her face, too, was as pale as paper.
Warren noticed something wrong, and his expression changed at once. âWhatâs the matter with you?â
âI⦠My belly⦠It hurts, Warren⦠Take me to the hospital quickly, please?â she said, panting hard as if the request was taking her a tremendous amount of effort.
Warren quickly scooped Amelia up and dashed back to the car, while Frederick followed behind.
Immediately after, they made a mad dash for the hospital.
In the car, Amelia bit her lower lip to endure the pain in her belly. The sweat on her brow had soaked her hair.
The beads of perspiration rolling down her cheek made her look paler.
She grimaced from the pain, and every breath she took seemed laboriously heavy.
In the meantime, her hands were clutching her belly as if she was trying to keep the child in with all her strength.
Warren felt powerless seeing Amelia like that. Though heartbroken, he did not know what he could do to relieve her of her pain.
âD-Donât bite your lips. You can cry out if it hurts, or⦠or you can bite my hand,â he stammered after a while.
She was biting her lip so tightly that it looked as if she would draw blood any time.
Amelia shook her head. After a while, she panted, âHelp me⦠Keep this child safe, please. I⦠I know you no longer have feelings for me, but this child⦠Iâm begging you⦠Help me keep it and⦠Iâll be grateful for you all my life.â
Her intermittent pleas made his heart hurt even more.