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

it’s a big stone to

Emma. After a long

understand. She blurted out,

his head.

his attitude. Sean turned

turned his head and said, "Don't call my

On New Year's Eve.

keeping his eyes on

which was no longer worthy of his

away. Because it was Emma who bought it for

was speaking auspicious remarks that had remained unchanged for several

smoking a cigarette with a cold face. After the cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray, he lowered his head for a long time and did not lift it

Emma's birthday. He hadn't

quietly on the sofa

But he could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold machine, “The user you dialed is turned

phone aside, he took another

Large fireworks were

up from the sofa, he poured himself a glass

of something. Then he

cup on the coffee table, he picked up

sound made his

a lazy tone, "Hello? This is Emma,

Ivan's mood was mixed. His anger

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

phone, his chest rising and

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

and frustrated. His depression could not vent, which

at the door of

the clock on the wall. Then he frowned,

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