My Doting Husband

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When Sean arrived at the hospital, it was already around 11 o'clock at night.

The light was off in the ward, it was pitch-dark. The nurse stood in front of the door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sean coming.

Sean didn't say anything, and opened the door of the ward with a chill.

Emma sat on the hospital bed with her knees folded, and tilted her head downwards in the darkness. No one could see her facial expression.

"Didn’t I say you are not allowed to enter the ward?" Emma's voice was a little nasal.

Sean's footsteps receded, and after a while he walked towards the light switch.

"Don't turn on the light. As I said, I don't need someone to take care of me. Can you leave me alone?" Emma said, in a low voice.

Sean’s hand was paused on the switch. He turned around and looked at the figure on the hospital bed.

Sean pulled the chair and sat down beside the hospital bed, with the light from the street lamp outside.

"It's me……"

He said in a low voice. But Emma, whose mind was in turmoil, instantly felt calm.

Emma raised her head. In the dark, her skin still looked fairy with sharp bright and beautiful eyes. Nobody couldn't tell if she had cried secretly.

"You didn’t plan to come, did you?" Emma asked emotionally, without her pride and bossy.

In fact, Emma has called him three times. It was not because he didn't see it, it was because he didn't even want to answer it.

He thought what he did was enough for the girl.

Being relied on could be a burden for a cold fish.

Sean has already paid medical expenses and hired a nursing assistant for her. He had no reason to stay here anymore, especially when he had to face such an immature and self-willed girl.

Sean sat in front of the hospital bed and didn’t say anything, only the slight rubbing sound of his coat when he moved.

looked at him, but

on the edge of the window. This winter was

London? Occasionally, we would go to the restaurant when we had part-time job that day. The food there is very good with authentic Chinese taste, just as at-home food... I don’t know when it started. I have already forgotten the taste of

used to think there was a home where there was with him. It belonged only to the two of us, no matter where we were. We cooked the dishes we liked, and work hard for the rent of next month

long eyelashes which were reflected on her face, "I naively believed that

about her past with

her heavy breathing, Sean

"What happened?"

was like the sound of cello, which was pleasant to listen to in the silent

in a choked voice,

...

not reply, and he even began to feel a little

in the ward and wasting time listening to a little girl's

crossed gracefully. Half of his expensive watch was exposed on his wrist on the arm

saw the sweats on Emma's

the air conditioner in

couldn't help but reach

her forehead was

for the temperature of his dry and warm palms. Because

got up. The pager button was behind

her, Emma was surrounded

up and saw

Sean's finger touched the button,

time, his neck sank, and

corridor over and over again, "Ward No. 1309 is calling, ward

stayed away from her, Emma threw her

had anything for two

small restless hands touch around him wildly, and she was also

awkward position, Sean could completely push her

to be entangled by

was a salty taste in

Sean was stunned.