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

looked at him seriously, "Why are you so good to me? You know what happened today is very dangerous. If it’s a big

He was staring at Emma. After a long

She blurted out,

tilted his head. He

turned around and opened

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

On New Year's Eve.

apartment, keeping his eyes on the watch on the coffee

mechanical watch, which was no longer worthy

Because it was Emma who bought it for him

was speaking auspicious remarks that had remained unchanged for several

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

birthday. He hadn't

quietly on the sofa was picked up

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

took another cigarette and put

bluish white smoke was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside

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

he turned and walked in the

the water cup on the coffee table, he picked up the landline phone and dialed Emma's cell

sound made his heart sink

rang on the other end, with a lazy tone, "Hello?

the familiar voice, Ivan's mood was mixed.

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

his chest rising

table to the ground, including the mechanical watch that was

frustrated. His depression could not vent, which made him

abrupt doorbell rang at the door of the living room,

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

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