My Doting Husband

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 not

me? You know what happened today is very dangerous. If it’s a big stone to hit you, it

staring at Emma. After a long time, he

understand. She blurted out, "Did you

tilted his head. He looked impatient,

attitude. Sean turned around

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

On New Year's Eve.

duplex apartment, keeping his

cheap mechanical watch, which was no longer worthy of

away. Because it was Emma who bought

auspicious remarks that had remained unchanged for several years. Snow began

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

was Emma's birthday.

the sofa was picked up

mind again and again. But he could only hear the manual service prompt of the cold machine,

took another cigarette and put it in

smoke was rising. Large fireworks were crackling outside the

poured himself a glass of water and stood by the

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

table, he picked up

sound made his heart sink slowly.

with a lazy

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

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

the phone, his chest rising and falling

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

angry and frustrated. His depression could

the door of the living room, gradually pulling his thoughts

at the clock on the wall. Then he frowned,