The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 543

Chapter 543 

The woman almost fled in haste. 

A faint smirk crossed Amelia’s face as she watched the scene unfold, thinking, “Warren has always been too proud to be easily tempted.” 

There was a time when a minor celebrity tried to drug him, hoping for a night of passion, but he chose to leave while enduring the effects of the drug rather than letting that person lay a finger on him. Naturally, the fate of that minor celebrity afterward was horrifying, and as for that night…. 

The memory of that night made Amelia shake her head vigorously. 

“Don’t dwell on it; just treat everything from the past as a nightmare! The only good thing Warren has left me with is Aiden!” she muttered silently. 

However, as she suppressed those memories and glanced out of the corner of her eye in Warren’s direction, she noticed his deep eyes were fixed on her. 

Instantly, a wave of stiffness washed over Amelia’s entire body. 

For a moment, it felt as though she was frozen in place, her gaze locked onto his face as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. 

His gaze felt like a tangled web, ensnaring her completely. 

After an uncertain amount of time, an unexpected voice interrupted Amelia’s thoughts. “Hey, lady boss, what’s this… a tender gaze exchange? How about us two guys join in and have a look too…” 

A strong whiff of alcohol wafted into Amelia’s nostrils. 

She turned her head to find two inebriated men now focusing their attention on her with ill intentions. One of them seemed overly eager to get all handsy with her. 

Amelia quickly sidestepped, putting more space between herself and the two men, eyeing them skeptically. “These guys… they don’t seem like the usual troublemakers around here. Could they… have been replaced? And is ‘harassment’ the play they’re unfolding today?” she pondered. 

“Why are you avoiding us? You look pretty good, lady boss. Come on, give me a kiss, and I’ll pay you later. I promise you’ll live a good life. No need to… hiccup… work so hard setting up stall…” The man burped as he spoke, then lunged toward Amelia once more.. 

Amelia dodged their advances once again. “If you keep this up, I’ll call the police!” 

At this hour, it was already 2 a.m., and the street was deserted, with only a few vendors and scattered passersby. However, these onlookers seemed unwilling to get involved and simply watched from a distance. 

“Sure… call the police… We’ve never been afraid of anyone…” The man chuckled and lunged at Amelia again. 

As Amelia evaded their advances, she reached into her pocket to grab her phone with the intention of making a call. However, the phone was suddenly knocked out of her hand by the other man and it tumbled to the ground. 

The two drunken men closed in on her, trapping her from both sides. Amelia’s attempts to avoid them grew increasingly flustered and exhausted. Suddenly, one of the men seized her and tightly wrapped his arms around her, moving in for an unwanted kiss on her face with his plump lips. 

But in the nick of time, a foot came down hard on the man who was about to kiss Amelia. He was sent sprawling to the ground, but since he still clung tightly to Amelia, it seemed as though she might fall with him. 

In that critical moment, an arm quickly encircled Amelia’s waist, and the next second, she found herself enveloped in a wide, reassuring embrace. A familiar aura instantly surrounded her entire being! 

Amelia gazed at Warren in astonishment as he held her. 

“Is he… actually saving me? I expected him to revel in my humiliation, to find joy in my torment and suffering,” she thought. 

At that moment, another intoxicated man launched a punch toward Warren. Without any hesitation, Warren swiftly pushed Amelia, still wrapped in his embrace, to the side. He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful blow to the man’s abdomen. 

Amelia was well aware of Warren’s formidable fighting skills. During their time together, he had sparred with professional fighters, and she had witnessed it on multiple occasions. 

Therefore, she had no doubt that he could handle these two drunken men. 

What surprised her, however, was why he would save her. 

Sure enough, in no time, those two drunkards were beaten up to the point where they were begging for mercy, their intoxication had mostly cleared, and they scrambled away almost on all fours. 

Warren walked up to Amelia and said, “In the future, don’t set up your stall here.” 

Warren thought about the harassment earlier; if he hadn’t been here, those two drunkards would have succeeded in their ill 

intentions. 

The mere thought of it made him inexplicably uncomfortable, and he even felt that just letting those two go like that was too lenient. 

Amelia suddenly chuckled. “So, Mr. York, are you trying to completely cut off my path? Sending those people to disrupt me before wasn’t enough, and now you want to send two more to play a scene and personally warn me? Actually, you might as well not bother; maybe the lesson I learned would be more profound.” 

Warren furrowed his brow. “The two people today weren’t sent by Irene.”