The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1222

A heated discussion sparked in the crowd, and the woman had a horrified expression.

“Goodness gracious! Who is the person I offended today? Since he dared to speak to Mr. Gunner in

that manner, he cannot possibly be of ordinary status!” she exclaimed inwardly. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Meanwhile, outside the bar, Calvin watched as Warren, with his bruised face, prepared to get into a car

alone. He said, “Why don’t you ride in my car? I can send you back. You’re injured right now, and it

might be inconvenient for you to drive.”

Warren declined, saying, “No need.” However, as he opened the car doo he suddenly turned and

asked, “Do you really love Rosalie that much?”

Calvin’s expression subtly changed. “Since when did you become interested in someone else’s

personal feelings, Mr. York?”

“What if there is a way to hypnotize you into forgetting your feelings for her? Would you be willing?”

Warren continued.

“Mr. York, I don’t understand what you mean,” Calvin replied.

“There is a type of hypnosis that can make emotions fade but not erase memories. Those memories

will become like a movie, and you will be a mere spectator, no longer experiencing the emotional ups

and downs of an unrequited love. Would you like to be hypnotized?” Warren inquired.

Calvin coldly responded, “I wouldn’t want it. I do not know what is left of me if even this deep and

unforgettable feeling I bore for her is gone.”

“So, even if you can’t be with that person in this lifetime, you would still hold onto this meaningless

feeling?”

“Do you think this kind of feeling is useless? It would be truly pitiful if I lost even this kind of feeling. For

me, even if it’s painful, at least it allows me to know that I can love someone in this way.” Calvin’s gaze

landed on Warren’s bruised face, and his eyes seemed to carry a hint of sympathy.

After hearing that, Warren remained silent. Calvin’s response was unexpected.

“Mr. York, since you don’t need a ride, let’s part ways here,” Calvin said, turning to leave and getting

into another car not far away.

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Inside the car, Calvin’s phone rang. He answered the call, and after listening for a moment, he furrowed

his brows. “Keep a close watch on them, and find out everything about the surroundings, including the

security system and the number of people inside.”

“Understood,” the person on the other end of the phone responded.

Next, Calvin put his phone away and looked through the car window, seeing that Warren had also

gotten into his car.

Calvin watched as Warren’s car left and went into deep thought. He never expected Warren to ask

such a question.

“A way to make me forget about my feelings for her?” he pondered.

In fact, he had never considered abandoning his feelings for Rosalie.

His feelings for her lasted throughout his childhood, adolescence, and adulthood, and he expected

them to last until the end of his life.

“I cannot bear forgetting my feelings for you, Rosalie, and how much wish life could start over. If I had a

second chance, I would never have le go of your hand. I would ask for your name and address, and

then we could grow up together. I would make you fall in love with me before you fell in love with

Jonathan,” Calvin muttered softly.

Those wishes, however, would never come true for him.

Once a person had passed up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it could never be reclaimed. Some

regrets were destined to last a lifetime.

While Warren was driving back to the hotel, he couldn’t help but think about Calvin’s words.

“What’s left of me if even this deep and unforgettable feeling I bore for her is gone?” he repeated in his

mind.

Even without the pain of unrequited love, he could not shake the feeling of emptiness in his heart, as if

he had lost something vital.

When Warren pushed open the hotel room door, he noticed that the lights were still on and Amelia was

leaning on the couch, not yet asleep.

“You’re back,” she said. As soon as her gaze fell on the bruises and injuries on his face from the fight,

she was taken aback. She hurriedly approached him, her face filled with concern. “W-What happened

to your face? Did something happen? Did you drink?”

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The scent of alcohol emanating from him reached her nostrils as she got clokoser.

“I had hittle. You should go to sleep first. I’ll freshen up,” Warren replied.

With that, he walked over to the closet, grabbed a change of clothes, and weitbotohthe bathroom.

Thewaanwater washed over his body. Aside from his face, his body had taken a béxating as well. He

felt a faint, lingering pain as the water washed overchinim.

Suddeitylydie wondered if he regretted it.

Helslowlyly raised his hand and placed it over his chest, feeling his heart.

When Waracre careout of the bathroom, he found that Amelia gone to sleep Sheerwast still sitting on

the couch, waiting for him. coffee tablelini front folf he was a first-aid kit.

“I requested this if forththe hotel’s guest services. You are hurt, and it is best if wevapplylyosome

medicine to the injuries,” Amelia said.

“No need,” Warrere coldlylyerefused.

After saying that, hewasaalaboubto walk to the bedside when she grabbed his hand first and

saididlinggoing to apply the medicine.”

He gazed at her sternlylyl Saidido need.”

She met his gaze head-on and daididButyoulalso said that we are now husband and wife. Your bodylis

in ontologigen solely your responsibility. I, too, am concerned as your wifel Sliddidn’t a husband take

care of his body for the sake of his wifelandh dhuldid”

When he heard the words “husband wife his expression changed slightly.

He had the impression that they were ouiulymairied at that point and that she was a loving wife

because her eyes were filled with concern.

Warren was almost passively guided to sit on the nich by Amelia. She then took out the first-aid kit and

started applyiving me to his

younds.

As the applied the ointment, she said. “You should be rareful with your wounds. I was about to advise

you to hold off on gertoninther wet right

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away, but you have already showered. Just be mindful not to get them wet in the future, or the wounds

might get infected.”

She continued to squeeze some ointment on her fingers and spread it evenly across his face.

The warmth of her fingertips seemed to seep into his heart through his skin, and Warren felt himself

becoming somewhat disoriented.

It was at that moment that her fingers suddenly moved to undo his bathrobe. He snapped back to his

senses, grabbing her hand firmly. “What are you trying to do?”

She stammered, “Well, I just wanted to see if there were any injuries on your body. If there are, we can

apply ointment to them as well.” She reasoned that if he had injuries on his face, he should also have

injuries on his body.