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

today is very dangerous. If it’s a big stone

at Emma. After a long time, he

out, "Did you owe

his head. He looked impatient,

Sean turned around and opened the

leaving, he turned his head and said, "Don't call my name from now on. Call me

On New Year's Eve.

keeping his eyes

was a cheap mechanical watch, which was no

away. Because it was Emma who bought it for

auspicious remarks that had remained unchanged for several years.

with a cold face. After the cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray,

Emma's birthday.

sofa was picked up by him

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 turned

phone aside, he took another cigarette and put it in his

smoke was rising. Large fireworks were

from the sofa, he poured himself a glass of water and stood by the window to drink

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

on the coffee table, he picked up

made his heart sink slowly. As

voice rang on the other end, with a lazy tone, "Hello? This is Emma, who

Ivan's mood was mixed. His anger at the beginning slowly

there, "Why don't you

his chest

to the ground, including

His depression could not vent, which made him

door of the

glanced at the clock on the wall. Then he frowned, crossed

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