My Doting Husband

Emma turned aside and forced her tears back to the eyes.

Ivan helped Kate stand up.

Kate showed surprise on her pale face.

Ivan's brow wrinkled deeply. Before he turned around, he was pulled by Kate.

Kate was in tears, making him distressed.

She yanked Ivan's wrist and tenderly said, “Ivan, I am fine, don't blame Emma......”

Hearing that, Emma sneered.

Ivan frowned more deeply. He turned to see Emma with loathing.

He broke his wrist free from Kate, put his hands on her shoulders and looked her up and down. Then he asked her, “Is there any injury?”

Kate bit her lower lip and shook her head, “I'm OK. Emma didn't do it on purpose.”

Ivan nodded and turned to Emma.

Until this moment, Emma did not feel that Ivan had really changed.

The way he looked at her was no longer serious, no longer doting, no longer indulgent.

She suddenly became an evil woman, and he was ready to scold her for the woman he loved.

Emma was hurtful, but she still raised her chin high and showed no weakness.

“Emma, you were not like this before...”

Upon hearing Ivan's words, Emma smiled ironically, “Are you still the person you used to be?”

Emma's rhetorical question made Ivan looked away.

Ivan lowered his head, fumbled for his cigarette case from his trouser pocket and lit a cigarette.

there, fixing her eyes

I told you it has nothing to do with Kate. I you are angry, just vent you

deep voice was still pleasing to hear, but

“I bullied her?!”

Emma felt wronged.

and not it became

cigarette and then flicked it off. It

the

gently held her in his arms. “Kate,

“Ivan!”

finally could not help but stopped

at the same

...

blurred and she could not

back with you, would you be with her?” Emma

moment, but his line of sight was on

each other and

before is called I like you, then now, my feeling for Kate is undoubtedly love, I

from head to foot with the ice dregs, and even

turned around and her tears were

she still did not want her

found

reached out to wipe her tears with her chin

notice when Sean was standing behind her, let alone how long he

a black coat strode towards

bypass indifferently

Sean stopped beside

was as tall as Joey, and when he looked down at Emma, unconsciously she thought of a recent popular phrase “the cutest

Sean, Emma was really like a child. Even if she pretended to be tough, her “acting” was still

white fog when Sean breathed,

her head and met his

standing here? Are you not cold?

concern, which

react, her arm had been clutched in