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 not

"Why are you so good to me? You know what happened today is very dangerous. If it’s a big stone to hit you, it is very likely that

a

understand. She blurted out,

his head. He looked

attitude. Sean turned around and

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

On New Year's Eve.

high-end duplex apartment, keeping his eyes

watch, which was

didn't throw it away. Because it was Emma who bought it for him with a month's

had remained unchanged for several years. Snow began to flutter

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

birthday. He hadn't

on the sofa was picked up by

his mind again and again. But he could only hear the manual service prompt of

he took another cigarette and

white smoke was rising. Large

up from the sofa, he poured himself a glass of

to think of something. Then he turned

picked up the landline phone and

his heart

rang on the other end, with a

mood was mixed. His anger at the beginning slowly became to

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

his chest rising and

on the coffee table to the ground,

frustrated. His depression could not vent, which made him

door of the living room, gradually

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

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