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

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 still

a long time,

blurted out, "Did

tilted his head.

stunned by his attitude. Sean turned around and

he turned his head and said, "Don't call my name from now on. Call me

On New Year's Eve.

duplex apartment, keeping his eyes on the watch on the

watch, which was no longer worthy

didn't throw it away. Because it was Emma who bought it for him

that had remained unchanged for

in the ashtray, he lowered his head for a long time and did

birthday.

lying quietly on the sofa was picked up by him

dialed 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, “The user you

aside, he took another cigarette and put

was rising. Large fireworks were crackling

up from the sofa, he poured himself a glass of water and

he seemed to think of something. Then he turned and walked

he picked up the

beep sound made his heart sink slowly. As

a lazy tone, "Hello? This is

mixed.

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

up the phone, his chest rising and falling

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

and frustrated. His depression could not vent, which made him feel

doorbell rang at the door of the living room, gradually pulling his

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

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