The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 462

The red mark on her wrist was so painful and felt like it was burning.

As she closed her eyes, the scene of him kissing the red mark flashed in her mind, and she couldn’t get rid of it no

matter what.

Three days later, Amelia got up early in the morning, and her gaze couldn’t help but become soft as she looked at

Aiden, who was still sleeping soundly.

“It’s great to watch him grow like this!” she thought.

She was glad she didn’t have an abortion but had insisted on giving birth to the child back then. Even though that

period had been the most difficult and painful time for her, it was worth it.

Matilda walked into the room and saw Amelia looking at Aiden with gentle eyes. She said softly, “Amelia, everything

is packed. We are taking the high-speed train in the afternoon. Why don’t you sleep a little longer?”

“I can’t sleep.” Amelia shook her head and said, “The moving company will come over soon. I have to get ready.”

“I wonder if the store could open in Gerton!” Matilda said worriedly. After all, she felt sad that the diner was sold

after it finally had a steady flow of customers there.

“Since our diner was able to open in Strico back then, it will be the same in Gerton. Mom, don’t worry. I will let you

and Aiden live a good life,” Amelia said.

Matilda felt sorry for Amelia and said, “I just hope you will be safe!”

“Our family and I will all be safe.” Amelia held Matilda’s hand. After all, she was leaving Strico for Gerton for the

sake of safety.

Sounds of revelry and feasting filled the resplendent banquet hall.

In fact, Warren had seen many such banquets. If there was anything special, it would be at tonight’s banquet

because his marriage with Irene would be announced.

Previously, they had only made their relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend public.

Once the official wedding date was announced, the marriage would be a certainty.

A figure slowly walked down the stairs from the second floor and immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

Today, Irene wore a white gown with expensive diamond jewelry. Coupled with exquisite makeup and a charming

face, she looked like the female lead in a movie or TV series.

And today, she was indeed the female lead.

Many people present knew that the York family and the Fletcher family would announce their wedding date at the

banquet today.

Warren looked at Irene walking toward him, feeling somewhat dazed.

“Do I really want to marry this woman and spend my life with her? Will I never regret it?” he thought.

His heart seemed empty, and he felt as if he had lost something.

“Warren!” Irene’s voice made him suddenly come back to his senses. Only then did he realize that she had

stretched her hand toward him for a while, but he had not yet taken her hand.

He calmed down slightly and took her hand.

“I won’t regret it! I am here because Irene has saved me. She has given me a second life,” he thought.

When he had survived back then, he had told himself that he would make her happy in his life.

Because of Amelia, he had already owed Irene a lot.

When he thought of Amelia’s face, he felt out of breath again.

Irene smiled sweetly, then leaned closer to Warren and asked in a low voice, “What were you thinking about just

now?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking about work,” he said.

“My dad said that you will announce the wedding date later to show your sincerity,” Irene said.

“Okay,” Warren answered.

He would do whatever she wanted him to.

“When the dance session starts later, we will do the first dance,” Irene added.

“Okay, Warren replied. Then, his phone suddenly rang, and he took a look at it. Upon seeing the caller ID, he

frowned

slightly and said to Irene beside him, “I’ll go answer a call and be back soon.”

After saying that, he walked to a quiet corner of the banquet hall and answered the phone.

That was the number of the person he had sent to Strico to keep an eye on Amelia.

The person called him at that time, probably because of something going on with Amelia.

When he answered the call, his expression suddenly changed.

Warren only heard the other party say, “Mr. York, Amelia is leaving Strico. She bought a high-speed train ticket at

3:45 p.m.

and…”

“What else?”

“She’s not alone,” the person on the other side said.

Warren wondered, “What does it mean she is not alone?” He remembered that she had a mother who had also

gone missing with her after she came out from prison. “So is her mother with her?” he thought.

“She has a son.” The next words from the other party made him almost unable to hold the phone in his hand.

“What did you say?” His voice could no longer remain calm.

“She has a son who looks like three or four years old,” the other party said.

“How could she have a son?” Warren exclaimed inwardly, and his mind went blank.

“Mr. York, do you want me to stop her or let them leave Strico?” the person on the other side asked. After all, once

they left Strico, it would take a lot of effort to grasp their whereabouts again..

At that moment, the lights in the banquet hall slowly dimmed and the music started playing melodiously. Irene

walked to Warren’s side and wanted to ask him to end the phone call quickly so that he could dance with her for the

first dance that day.

She had even specially arranged for reporters to take pictures of her dancing with him to create a buzz on the

internet.

Once the wedding date was announced that day, those netizens who had mocked her on the Internet when she

hadn’t yet married into the York family after striving for so many years would finally shut up.

But before she could speak, Irene heard Warren say on the phone, “Stop them, and don’t let them leave! I’ll be

right there!”

Then, the man who was going to have the first dance with her rushed straight toward the exit of the banquet hall.

“Warren!” Irene shouted and lifted the hem of her gown, trying to catch up.

However, the high heels on her feet made it impossible for her to run fast. In the blink of an eye, Warren had

rushed out of the banquet hall, leaving Irene behind, who was looked at with all kinds of eyes by the surrounding

guests.

Irene only felt hot on her face with embarrassment.

That day should have been her most glorious occasion, but then, it had become her most embarrassing moment.

And the reporter she had specially hired desperately tried to capture her in her most embarrassing state then.

Irene’s

parents quickly came to her side and asked anxiously, “Irene, what’s going on? Why… Why is Warren leaving?”