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 did not

it’s a big stone to hit you,

staring at Emma. After a long time, he calmly said, "That's what

blurted out,

his head. He

Sean turned around and opened the

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

On New Year's Eve.

the high-end duplex apartment, keeping

cheap mechanical watch, which was no longer worthy

was Emma who bought it

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

cold face. After the cigarette butt was put out in the

Emma's birthday. He hadn't forgotten

sofa was picked

the phone number which was already imprinted in his mind again and again. But he could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold machine,

another cigarette and put it

white smoke was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside the

poured himself a glass

Then he turned and walked in the direction of the

the coffee table, he picked up the landline phone and

sound made his

with a lazy tone, "Hello? This

Ivan's mood was mixed. His anger at the beginning

"Why don't you speak? Do you make

the phone, his chest rising and falling

table to the ground, including the mechanical watch that

could not vent, which

abrupt doorbell rang at the door of the living room,

on the wall.

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