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

very 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

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

couldn't understand. She blurted out, "Did

head. He looked impatient,

turned

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

On New Year's Eve.

apartment, keeping his eyes on the watch on the coffee

mechanical watch, which was no

it was Emma who bought it for him

remained unchanged for

put out in the ashtray, he

was Emma's birthday. He

on the sofa was

in his mind again and again. But he could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold machine, “The

phone aside, he took another cigarette and put it

bluish white smoke was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside

he poured himself a glass of water and stood by the

he seemed to think of something. Then he turned and walked in the direction of

water cup on the coffee table, he picked up the

his

the other end, with a lazy tone,

mood was mixed. His anger at the beginning slowly became to

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

up the phone, his chest rising

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

His depression could

the door of

the wall. Then he frowned, crossed the

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