My Evil Husband
Han Muray's
When Esme opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the silhouette of a man. Although his view was not very clear, Esme could see if this man had long legs, sitting on a chair beside the bed.
This man wears a neat shirt suit, looks slippery and luxurious. With the piece of clothes he was wearing, it increased his burly body. All of that was apparent when Esme's gaze began to normalize.
The side of the man's face was extremely beautiful as if it was carved with great care. There is hardly any part to complain about.
Esme tried to get up and support her body. Her delicate movements had attracted the attention of the man.
The man glanced at him, then a low and deep voice sounded, “You're awake?”
Esme simply nodded, paying attention to the circumstances around her with an alert attitude.
Realizing Esme's worried look, the man again said, “This is my home. Don't worry, you're safe here.”
“You have saved me?” Esme looked at it before asking a question.
Only at this point did he realize that his pupils were not black, but hazel. That's so beautiful!
“Ya.”
The man was getting more handsome as the visibility got less and less. He approached her, standing right in front of her.
A small grimace appeared on Esme's brows as she asked again, “You weren't the driver who almost hit me, were you?”
The man laughed a little. His voice sounded pleasant to the ear, like a magnet that attracted anyone without them noticing.
“Obviously I saw you passed out on your own, no one hit.”
“Isn't it because you drive like a crazy bull?” Esme's voice was filled with annoyance.
“I always comply with traffic rules.”
“Then, am I wrong here?” Esme exclaimed in disbelief.
A polite smile appeared on the man's face. “You want to think like that?”
Esme pinched her own temple and muttered, “I really can't see what's going on right.”
“Nothing is wrong. A person will faint if they are already helpless and within their limits. And this design ...” The man showed the sketch design in his hand to Esme.
His hazel eyes looked at Esme with a friendly smile, “This was designed by you, ‘kan?”
Esme nodded, “Ya.”
“To participate in this year's fashion design competition?”
Esme nodded once more.
Seeing Esme's confirmation, a light flashed in her eyes. “You work where?”
Esme frowned in confusion. The owner of the original body had a reputation that was not worth a fraction in the city of Ford. She also has the title of Jason Hall's wife. How could this man in front of him be so clueless?
“No company that cukp dare to hire me.” Esme said in a low voice.
“Why?” This handsome guy looks confused. Looking at Esme's design, her eyes glittered like they were looking at a source of money.
A very talented person, how can there be a company that does not want it?
“Because I'm Esme Andreas.” Esme stated this with a bitter smile.
“Esme Andreas ..”
The man raised his eyebrows. The name sounded familiar, but he could not determine when or where he had seen or heard this name before.
“Do you have a record of embezzlement or being a corporate spy until no one dares to accept you?” This man smiled silly. He thought this was the only reason no company dared to recruit him.
“What are you laughing at? I'm Jason Hall's wife.”
A surprised expression seemed to radiate from his hazel eyes hearing this. “You're Jason Hall's wife?”
“You finally know who I am. In the city of Ford, who doesn't know Jason's notoriously mean wife?” Esme mocked herself with a wry smile.
“I rarely pay attention to these things. And, you have a beautiful smile, very different from your reputation.”
“Who are you?” Esme asked directly.
“One from Muray family.”
Esme can't remember anything about this Muray family.
A Muray saw a calm expression on Esme's face, not having the slightest bit of recognition after hearing her name.
The corner of his mouth curved upwards, and he added, “President Muray Group. Han Muray.”
“Muray Group ...”
Esme tried her best to find her memories, then looked at her with a hint of surprise. “You ... President Muray Group, Han Muray?”
Esme quickly nodded her head. “I believe.”
His name is in a garbage dump. She had no money, and even her husband did not love her. All con men with their brains, will not choose him as a target. And this man in front of him, must be Han Muray.
“Because you're Jason Hall's wife, why don't you enter Hall Industry?”
Esme scoffs at the man's question, “She has Layla Andreas, she doesn't need Esme Andreas.”
Han Muray's lips curved into a perfect smile. “Layla Andreas design is pretty good, but ..”
His eyes glanced at Esme's design and said again, “Compared to just one of your designs, hers is much lower.”
Esme's eyes flickered gently and dazzledly staring at Han Muray. Finally he found the one who recognized his ability.
“Jason Hall rejected your design?”
“Ya.” Esme nodded.
“Do you plan to send this design under the category of each competition?”
“Hem.”
Han Muray pondered for a moment before he spoke again, “This dress looks perfect on paper. I want to know how the original will be.”
Esme reveals tired look, “This product is actually not ready. I can't find a good tailor willing to do it.”
“Are you willing to come to our Muray Group?”
……….
By the time Esme returned to the villa from Han Muray's house, it had already shown her the dinner time.
As he walked in, his eyes caught the figure of Jason sitting on the sofa with some sketch designs in his hands.
Jason looks up. Her cold eyes introgate, “Where have you been all day?”
Esme lies smoothly, “Search for jobs.”
Jason's eyes turned dark. The next second, he asked again, “Did you find it?”
“No.” Esme replied by changing house slippers without glancing at her.
“Have you had dinner?”
“But.” Finished changing the slippers of the house, he went to the kitchen.
Coincidentally, Jason looked at the bandage in his hand and his eyes narrowed sharply. “Are you hurt?”
Esme was slightly stunned by Jason's question. His eyes followed the man's gaze and looked at the plaster in his hands. Then, he replied casually, “Only a few small wounds.”
Emilia's dinner was prepared for her. It is still warm and ready.
As Emilia placed the plate on the table, she asked, “What has Jason eaten?”
“Already, Miss.”
That's better. He didn't want to eat at the same table as Jason.
After a quick dinner, Esme returned to her room.
He had been circling the streets all day, and his legs felt very tired. So he planned to go to bed early.
Just as he was passing through the living room, Jason's dominant voice sounded, “Come!”
Esme's face turned cold. What he hated the most was the tone that was homonizing this kind.
“There's a problem?” Esme asked from afar before stepping on her.
“Ya.”
He did not want to walk reluctantly.
“Sit!”
Esme sat down before him, showing a puzzled expression. Does Jason have anything important to say to him?
Seeing Esme sitting down, Jason stood up and came to her side. Without warning, a familiar scent filled the surroundings, making Esme slightly move away.
Next, Jason followed and shifted positions. One hand pressed Esme's thigh. “Do not move!”
“What do you want to do?”
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