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

dangerous. If it’s a big stone to hit you, it is very likely that you will die. But why did you still rush to rescue

After a long time, he calmly said, "That's what I should

out,

head.

by his attitude. Sean turned around

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

On New Year's Eve.

in the high-end duplex apartment, keeping his eyes on the watch on the coffee

mechanical watch, which was no longer worthy of

away. Because it was Emma who bought it for him with a

remained unchanged for several years. Snow began to flutter outside

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

birthday. He

quietly on the sofa was

mind again and again. But he could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold

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

smoke was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside the

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

he seemed to think of something. Then he turned

coffee table, he picked up the landline phone and dialed

sound made his heart sink slowly. As

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

mixed. His anger at

"Why don't you speak? Do

his chest rising

swept all the things on the coffee table to the ground, including the mechanical watch that

angry and frustrated. His depression could not vent, which made

abrupt doorbell rang at the door of the living

wall. Then he frowned, crossed

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