Chapter 1221


    Seeing this, Rosalie knew that she wouldn’t be able to get anything out of Amelia even if she


    continued asking.


    “Then have a good rest. Call me if you need anything, Amelia,” she said.


    “Okay,” Amelia smiled.


    Once Rosalie left, Amelia nced around the quiet room and couldn’t suppress a bitter smile.


    Suddenly, her stomach jolted as the baby inside her womb moved. It was a fetal kick.


    Amelia tenderly ced her hand on her belly and softly caressed it. “My baby, I’m sorry. I can’t


    provide you with aplete family, but all I wish for is that your daddy lives well in this world. If…


    someday, when mommy is no longer here, at least your daddy won’t be too lonely.”


    The duration of her life was uncertain and might onlyst a few years. She also pondered how long


    the transnted liver in her body would remain healthy after giving birth to the baby.


    Everything felt like a looming sword suspended over her head, waiting for the moment to descend.


    She didn’t want someone to die with her when the moment came.


    In a Lommore bar, Warren sat alone, nursing his drink.


    He was aware that his emotions were inplete disarray.


    Even though he imed to have forgotten about their past rtionship and no longer loved Amelia,


    it seemed that his body had an instinctive urge to gravitate toward her every time he saw her.


    It was as if the love he once held for her had been etched into his very bone marrow, controlling all


    of his responses and actions.


    Today, he kissed her to prove that he didn’t have feelings for her at all but as a result, he almost lost


    himself in the kiss. If it weren’t for hisst shred of self-control, maybe he would have done


    something disgusting.


    “Out of control, huh? I get out of control when ites to her, too…” he thought.


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    At that moment, a woman in a figure-hugging dress approached Warren. She was adorned with


    alluring makeup and a seductive smile. “Sir, how about sharing a drink with me? It’s always more


    enjoyable to havepany when drinking, don’t you think?” she purred.


    The woman was clearly well-versed in such situations. As she spoke, her hand smoothlynded on


    Warren’s, which held the ss of wine, and her fingertips delicately grazed the back of his hand, a


    gesture that seemed both intentional and unintentional.


    She had been observing this man for quite some time now as he sat alone, sipping his drink.


    Furthermore, judging by the man’s attire, it was clear that he was rich. Combined with his striking


    appearance, she saw an opportunity to establish a connection with him that could lead to numerous


    advantages.


    The woman’s subtle gestures became increasingly pronounced as a n brewed in her mind.


    However, Warren frowned in disgust and shook the woman’s hand away impatiently. “Get lost.”


    The woman’s smile froze momentarily, but she made a greater effort to draw nearer to Warren.


    “Why are you pushing me away? It appears you have something on your mind. I enjoy hearing


    people share their thoughts. Why don’t you tell me?”


    In the next instant, the woman’s hand snaked around Warren’s neck, and her lips drew nearer to


    him, seemingly about to kiss him.


    Suddenly, Warren sshed the unfinished wine in his ss directly on her face.


    “I said, get lost!” Warren’s frigid tone and icy stare sent shivers down the woman’s spine.


    As Warren rose from his seat, several men gathered around him, blocking his path.


    “Leaving so soon? We don’t like your behavior toward thisdy. Unless youpensate this lovely


    lady right here, you won’t be leaving this ce,” one of the men at the forefront dered.


    Seizing the moment, the woman also approached the man, wearing a pitiful expression.


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    Warren quickly deduced that these people were obviously in cahoots.


    He smirked with disdain. “You want money, huh? Well, if you’re up for it,e and take it.” With


    those words, he raised his hand, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and removed the luxury watch from his


    wrist.


    Their eyes gleamed with greed at the sight of the watch. If that watch was indeed genuine, it could


    be worth hundreds of thousands of dors!


    “This man might really be a big shot!” they pondered.


    Then, they lunged at Warren.


    The York family, despite a brief period of hardship, had always been a wealthy and influential n.


    Warren, growing up in such an environment, received extensivebat training from a young age.


    H physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary individuals, and he ha acquired a wide array of


    fighting skills.


    In his current state, he could take on several enemies alone and still emerge victorious.


    Paradoxically, his earlier drinking had lent an imposing air to every punch he threw. Additionally, the


    alcohol in his system dulled the pain he might have otherwise felt.


    The thugs had grossly underestimated their opponent and found themselves thoroughly beaten. As


    for the woman who had initially approached Warren, she was left utterly stunned by the turn of


    events.


    Her legs went weak as she watched Warren grab one of the thugs and mmed thetter’s head


    against the wall until his face was covered with blood. She wanted to escape but didn’t even have


    the strength to do so.


    As the thugsy defeated and the woman slumped on the ground, a voice rang out. “I was


    considering stepping in to help you, but it appears I’m no longer needed.”


    Warren looked up and spotted a tall figure approaching slowly.


    “Calvin,” he uttered with a cold tone. It seemed that Lommore was indeed a small ce, where he


    had encountered not only Jonathan but also Calvin.


    “I didn’t expect to meet you here. It’s been a while, Warren,” Calvin remarked.


    He and Warren had crossed paths a few times during their time in Strico.


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    Naturally, Calvin was aware that Warren’s presence in Lommore was


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    rted to Amelia.


    “Look at yourself. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” Calvin inquired.


    “No, thanks.” Warren bent down, retrieved his watch, re-donned his suit, and exited the bar.


    Calvin clicked his tongue and followed after him casually.


    The patrons in the bar remained in a state of bewilderment until someone suddenly eximed,


    “Wait a minute… That man who arrivedter, looked like Mr. Gunner from the entertainment


    industry!”


    “By the way, didn’t that man who fought call him Calvin? That’s Mr. Gunner’s name!”


    “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe Mr. Gunner is here! Who was the man who talked to Mr. Gunner


    just now?”


    “Who knows? He must be a big shot, too. Otherwise, Mr. Gunner wouldn’t have entertained him.”


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