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

it’s a big stone to hit you, it is very likely that you will die. But why did

was staring at Emma. After a long time, he

She blurted out, "Did you owe

head. He looked impatient,

his attitude. Sean turned around and opened the door

leaving, he turned his head and said, "Don't

On New Year's Eve.

keeping his eyes on the watch on

mechanical watch, which

it was Emma who bought it for

on the TV was speaking auspicious remarks that had remained unchanged for several years. Snow began to flutter

After the cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray, he lowered his head for

birthday.

lying quietly on the sofa was picked up by

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

phone aside, he took another cigarette and put it

was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside the

the sofa, he poured himself a glass of water

Then he turned and walked in the direction of the coffee

table, he picked up the

his heart sink

rang on the other end, with a lazy tone, "Hello?

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

still there, "Why don't you speak?

phone, his chest rising and

to the ground, including the

His depression could not vent, which

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

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

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