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

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

at Emma. After a long time, he calmly

She blurted out, "Did

tilted his head. He looked impatient,

his attitude. Sean turned

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

On New Year's Eve.

apartment, keeping his eyes on the

a cheap mechanical watch, which was no longer worthy

it away. Because it was Emma who bought it

remained unchanged for several years. Snow

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

quietly on the sofa was

could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold machine, “The user

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

was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside

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

something. Then he turned and walked in the direction of

table, he picked up the landline phone and dialed Emma's

beep sound made his

with a lazy tone, "Hello? This is Emma, who is

mood was mixed. His

don't you speak? Do

up the phone, his chest rising

coffee table to the ground, including the mechanical watch that

frustrated. His depression could not vent, which

door of the living

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

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