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?"

and did not

very dangerous. If it’s a big stone to hit you, it is very

frowned deeper. He was staring at Emma. After a long time,

She blurted out, "Did you

his head. He looked

by his attitude. Sean turned around and opened the door

said, "Don't call my name from now on. Call me

On New Year's Eve.

keeping his eyes

which was no

Because it was Emma who bought it for

that had remained unchanged for several years. Snow began to flutter outside the

face. After the cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray, he

birthday. He hadn't

sofa was picked up by him

number which was already imprinted in his mind again and again. But he could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold

aside, he took another cigarette

white smoke was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside

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

he seemed to think of something. Then he turned and

table, he picked up

his

end, with a lazy tone, "Hello?

familiar voice, Ivan's mood was mixed. His anger at

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

the phone, his chest

on the coffee table to the ground, including the mechanical watch that was still

could not vent, which made him

at the door of the living room, gradually pulling

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

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