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

If it’s a big stone to hit you, it is very likely

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

She blurted out,

his head. He

stunned by his attitude. Sean turned around and opened the

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

On New Year's Eve.

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

a cheap mechanical watch, which was no longer worthy

was Emma

remained unchanged for

cigarette with a cold face. After the cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray, he lowered his

was Emma's birthday. He hadn't

quietly on the sofa was picked up

imprinted in his mind again and again. But he could only

phone aside, he took another cigarette

smoke was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside

himself a glass of water and

moment, he seemed to think of something. Then he turned and walked in the direction

the coffee table, he picked up the landline phone and dialed

his heart sink slowly.

end, with a lazy tone,

mixed. His anger at the beginning

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

up the phone, his chest

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

His depression could not vent, which

abrupt doorbell rang at the door of the living room, gradually

glanced at the clock on the wall. Then he

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