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

still looked at him seriously, "Why are you so good to me? You know what happened today is very dangerous. If it’s a big stone to hit you, it is very likely that you will die. But why did you

He was staring at Emma. After a long time,

couldn't understand. She blurted out, "Did you owe me

tilted his head.

his attitude. Sean turned around and opened

"Don't call my name from now

On New Year's Eve.

sat alone in the high-end duplex apartment, keeping his

watch, which was

it away. Because it was Emma

remained

was put out in the ashtray, he lowered his head

birthday.

lying quietly on the sofa was picked up by

which was already imprinted in his mind again and again. But he could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold machine, “The user you dialed is turned

another cigarette and

Large fireworks were crackling

glass of

think of something. Then he

table, he picked up the landline phone

sound made his heart

other end, with a lazy tone, "Hello? This is Emma,

was mixed.

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

phone, his chest rising and falling

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

frustrated. His depression could not

at the door of

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

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