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

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

frowned deeper. He was staring at Emma. After a

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

head. He looked impatient,

was stunned by his attitude. Sean turned

"Don't call my name from now on. Call me

On New Year's Eve.

duplex apartment, keeping his eyes on the

watch, which was no longer worthy of his

away. Because it was Emma who bought it for him with a

had remained unchanged for

the cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray, he lowered his head for a long time and did not lift it

was Emma's birthday. He hadn't

sofa was picked up by him

could only hear the manual

another cigarette and

Large

a glass of water and stood by

he

picked up the landline phone

made his

the other end, with a lazy tone,

voice, Ivan's mood was mixed. His anger

"Why don't you speak?

hung up the phone, his chest rising and falling

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

His depression could not vent, which made him

rang at the door of the living room,

on the wall. Then he frowned, crossed

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