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

so good to me? You know what happened today is very dangerous. If it’s a

staring at Emma. After a long time, he calmly

out, "Did

head. He looked

stunned by his attitude. Sean turned around

head and said, "Don't

On New Year's Eve.

duplex apartment, keeping

mechanical watch, which was no longer worthy of

it was Emma

speaking auspicious remarks that had remained unchanged for several years. Snow began

put out in the ashtray, he lowered his head for

Emma's birthday. He hadn't

the sofa was picked

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

he took another cigarette and

Large fireworks were crackling

a glass of water

something. Then he

coffee table, he picked up the landline phone

his heart sink slowly. As

on the other end, with a lazy tone,

the familiar voice, Ivan's mood was mixed. His anger at the

"Why don't you speak? Do you make

his chest rising

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

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

doorbell rang at the door of

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

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