My Doting Husband

Chapter 53 Scald

The ward became quiet. Emma was a little uncomfortable.

Her heartbeat was so fast. Sean's eyes kept on her face, which made her a little afraid to look at him.

After calming down for a while, Emma sat up from the hospital bed, enduring the pain. She looked up at Sean's newly bandaged right hand, and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

"Scald." Sean's tone was faint.

Emma took a breath. Scald had been the most tormenting skin trauma since ancient times. It hurt.

Recalling that he pulled out his right hand under her, Emma couldn't even think about how painful it was...

Sean did not sit down. He just stood not far from the bed.

There was a brief silence between the two. The atmosphere was a bit weird.

Emma tried to find some topics, but her mind was blank. Facing a deserted person like Sean, she really didn't know what topic would interest him.

Before Emma found out the topic, Sean spoke first, "In the future, you'd better to stay away from Joey. If something happens, he will only make thing worse and can't help much."

"..."

Emma looked at him in surprise. She didn't understand when Sean had such a big prejudice against Joey.

Then, Sean turned and walked towards the door.

Seeing Sean was about to leave, Emma hurriedly called Sean’s name without thinking too much.

Sean turned around and looked at her.

His eyes were deep. The emotions in his eyes made Emma unable to understand.

However, she bit the bullet and asked, "Why do you show up every time when I am in danger?"

frowned and did not

very dangerous. If it’s a big stone to hit you, it is very likely that you will die. But why

Emma. After a

She blurted out, "Did

tilted his head.

his attitude. Sean turned

and said, "Don't call my name from

On New Year's Eve.

apartment, keeping his eyes on the

watch, which was no

it was Emma who bought it

auspicious remarks that had remained unchanged for several years. Snow began

butt was put out in the ashtray, he lowered

birthday. He hadn't forgotten

on the sofa was picked up by

the phone number which was already imprinted in his mind again and again. But he could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold machine, “The user you dialed is

took another

smoke was rising. Large fireworks

poured himself a glass of water and stood by the window to

think of something. Then he turned and walked in the direction

coffee table, he picked

beep sound made his heart

the other end, with a lazy tone, "Hello? This is

mixed. His anger at the

still there, "Why don't you speak? Do you make a

up the phone, his chest rising

to the ground, including the

could not

rang at the door of the

clock on the wall. Then he frowned, crossed the mess, and walked towards

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