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The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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Chapter 1198

Amelia’s mind raced with doubts and fears. Was Riley really suffering from a mental illness, confined to

a psychiatric hospital?

After washing up and changing her clothes, Amelia still felt a little muddle-headed.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw Warren standing outside, obviously waiting for her.

“Are you done?” he asked gently.

Amelia nodded, her voice subdued. “Yes.”

“Go to the living room and have a seat. I’ve warmed up a glass of milk. It’s good to drink a cup of milk

before sleep,” he suggested, guiding her to the couch and handing her a cup of warm milk.

Amelia accepted the warm glass of milk, holding it in her hands and recalling the time when Riley had

secretly brought her milk during her pregnancy.

Back then, Riley had remarked, “You require proper nutrition at this point. I might not be able to offer

much, but I still have ways to get you some milk.”

Drip, drip!

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and one escaped, falling into the

cup.

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She hastily wiped her eyes, but more tears followed as if they had been waiting for a release.

“I-I’m sorry, but… I don’t think I can drink this right now,” Amelia whispered, her voice shaky.

Warren watched her tears fall, his heart aching for her. At the same time, he couldn’t help feeling a little

jealous. Those tears were meant for him, but he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He couldn’t stand

seeing her cry, as each tear felt like a stab in his heart.

“Is it because you’re worried about Riley?” he softly inquired.

“I… I know I shouldn’t cry and that crying isn’t good for the baby, but… I don’t know if Riley is truly in a

psychiatric hospital. If she is, how long

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will it take to locate her? With so many psychiatric hospitals across the country, even with Rosalie’s

assistance, the search could be prolonged. How long before we get any leads?”

Amelia choked on her words, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Warren’s gentle hand continued to caress her tear-stained face, his palm slowly moistening from her

tears.

The warmth seemed to seep through his skin, infiltrating his veins, and creating a profound sense of

discomfort.

“What can we do to keep you from crying?” he murmured softly. “If I also mobilize resources to help

locate Riley, will you stop crying?”

Amelia gazed at the face that was mere inches away from hers in a daze as she felt his finger gently

brush away the tears on her face.

“Will… you assist us in finding Riley’s whereabouts?” After a pause, she suddenly clutched his hand,

her voice filled with anxious hope.

“Yes, as long as you refrain from crying,” he assured her.

Warren would send his men to look for Riley as long as Amelia stopped shedding tears.

He realized that even as he tried to distance himself from the emotions of the past, he still couldn’t bear

to see her cry. It would make him profoundly uneasy.

It was as though her tears had the power to move him to do anything for her.

Amelia was taken aback by Warren’s willingness to assist in finding F Seeing him make calls and

instruct his team to check the list of patie in psychiatric hospitals across the country for the past ten

years was surreal moment. Only then was she sure that he was helping her.

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The only condition was her not crying, and it left Amelia feeling somewhat incredulous.

Regardless of Warren’s motivations, Amelia was immensely grateful for his support in locating Riley.

As she lay in bed, the room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering

through the window. Sleep eluded Amelia, and she gazed at Warren, who was resting beside her, in a

daze.

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In slumber, his usually austere countenance appeared much softer. His high nose bridge and

beautifully shaped lips made him a striking figure. In truth, he was a gentleman.

She remembered how he wiped her tears with his hands and told her not

to cry.

At that moment, Amelia was in a trance, feeling as if the man had never been hypnotized. It was as if

Warren still loved her and was willing to do anything for her, as long as her tears were kept at bay.

“How could I have such an illusion?” she chided herself internally.

Even so, unable to resist the temptation, Amelia reached out her hand, drawing it closer to Warren’s

face, but hesitated just before making

contact.