My Evil Husband
I Don't Like It Anymore

Esme wanted to throw the card back at Jason, but the man's big hand dwarfed his tiny body.

Jason's hand is good to see. Long and wide, like a lush willow tree. The heat came from the back of Esme's hand, running straight into her heart like a bullet train.

Esme looked down, where Jason's hand was clutching her hand. Feeling the warmth seeping from hand to hand, complicated emotions twinkled in his eyes.

His heart rate is getting faster.

Why is it like this?

He was just holding his hand, how could his heart accelerate from just this? Why does his heart feel softer?

Esme closed her eyes once and tried to refocus. “Good, I understand.” His words were filled with frustration.

Taking Jason's card doesn't mean he has to use it.

Jason returned to the main point. “Do you really want to work?”

“Ya,” answer ketus.

“Come to Hall Industry.”

At least there, all employees would not dare to bully him or complicate him.

“Let's talk later. I've been out all day today and I'm so tired. I'll go rest.”

If he said what happened, it would shock Jason. So he just looked at it with a deep gaze before releasing the man's hand and going upstairs.

In the corner and out of Jason's sight, Esme smiled cunningly.

Jason wants to take good care of her now? And even that guy wants to be pampered?

Huh!

But all right, he'll just push it all back into the man's face. Who told him to treat the original owner of the body like that in the past?

Esme went back to her room, took a quick shower, then went to bed.

While rubbing his temples, he let out a long sigh. In the past, she was a mighty female warrior and her body condition was excellent. But this body is too weak. Spending a day outside had already left him extremely exhausted. Even fainted on the street.

It seemed like he had to train this physique from now on.

Passing through Esme's room, Jason saw that this woman didn't close the door properly. Mysteriously, his legs seemed to have a mind of their own to walk in.

Esme had slept well on the bed. His sleeping attitude is very precise. Lying on his back, both of his hands were completely folded over his body.

Jason stood in front of the door, observing the woman who was sleeping quietly on top of his bed.

Maybe he was so tired that he forgot to turn off the lights. Under the gentle light, her skin seemed more supple and smooth.

While the sleeping position is like sleeping beauty, it makes it difficult to take your eyes off.

Thinking back to Esme's attitude towards him the past few days, a frown on her forehead appeared.

Is it true, the car accident that made him like this, or ….

At this moment, in the quiet space, a ringtone sounded and was extremely disturbing. The phone screen resting on the nightstand is on.

With doubt Jason went to the nightstand and set his eyes on the screen. Esme bought a new phone?

Suddenly he had the urge to know everything about Esme. His long fingers swept across the phone screen and found out if the ringtone was from an incoming text message.

I can't wait for Jason to open the message.

[Have you reached home yet? Rest well at home.don't push yourself too much, if you don't want to faint again.]

Reading this message, Jason's gaze instantly sharpened. His eyes slid onto the bed watching Esme well.

He fainted outside today?

Under the light, Esme's facial aura seemed normal. It doesn't look like a sick person at all.

Could this message have been sent because of a wrong address?

Jason's eyes read the text message.

The phone in his hand is one of the latest models of mobile phones. Esme wouldn't be able to get it if it didn't cost so much money. The allowance Roy provides will not be enough to cover his daily expenses.

So, where would he get the money to buy a cell phone?

From the content of the text, it seems like the sending party cares a lot about his wife. With Esme's character and her famous reputation, will anyone care about her?

The message was also sent from a number not stored in his contacts. Just a row of numbers, not knowing if it was a boy or a girl. A cold light enveloped his face as this thought appeared.

His fingertips were already itching to reply.

[Who are you?]

At this moment, Han Muray was relaxing in the bathtub. The bubbles in the bathtub were thick and frothy, filling his surroundings, making his demonic attitude seem to have a soft side. His hazel eyes added a dignified aura.

Reading the two words from the reply to the message he had just sent, Han Muray did not need to think to guess who the sender was.

[I am a doctor.]

[Thank you, my wife is resting.]

After Jason gave a final reply, he put the phone on the table.

Jason adjusted the blanket for her, turned off the lights and left her room.

The moment she stepped out, Emilia was already standing outside the room. He carried warm milk on a tray.

“She was sleeping,” Jason said to stop Emilia from coming in. “From tomorrow onwards, prepare more nutritious food for him.”

“Ya, Mr.”

“Do not enter and disturb him.” Jason reminded him once again.

Finished with his message, he left and headed for the study.

Only then did Emilia dare to raise her head, staring at the tall silhouette that was getting further away.

What did he just see?

Young Master Hall went to Miss's room, and even covered Miss with a blanket?

Did he hear correctly?

Young Master Hall ordered him to make a more nutritious meal for Miss? He did not want to disturb his wife's sleep.

Young Master Hall is very ... very good to Miss?

Emilia's eyes quietly glistened at the door of the room that was closed. Inwardly he said, ‘Nona, Young Master Hall no longer thinks you are annoying.’

Next morning ….

Esme showed up at the dinner table very early. Today, she had to go to the Muray Group to talk to reliable fashion designers to talk about her designs.

“What is this?” Esme stared at the reddish porridge on the table and asked Emilia in slight astonishment.

Emilia was serving warm cow's eye eggs. Hearing Esme's question, she slightly wanted to laugh, “Safflower red porridge, Miss.”

“I don't like the scent of safflower.”

“Nona, Young Master Hall specifically instructed me to make it and give it to you.”

Esme looked at Emilia in confusion. “What did you just say?”

“My word, Young Master Hall instructed to make this porridge for you.”

Esme's fine eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. Does Jason not have any good things he does?

“Yesterday night, Master even covered you with a blanket.”

“He was in my room last night?” Esme's face showed shock, wishing she had misheard, but Emilia's expression was very reassuring.

“Not only there, but Mr also turn off the lights before leaving.”

Just deserve. He remembered he fell asleep with the lights on, but by the time he woke up, the lights had gone out.

“Nona, in fact, Young Master Hall treats you very well.” Emilia said as she carried the fruits she had already sliced. There are various colors consisting of dragon fruit, apples and kiwi.

“I think you haven't slept, so I warm the milk for you. I don't know if you're inside. He even reminded me up to the second time not to disturb your sleep.”

Hearing all of Jason's kindness made Esme feel doubtful.

“Nona, what do you think?”

Esme raised her head and looked at Emilia directly. “Emilia, did you like me in the past?”

Emilia was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to answer. “Nona, why are you asking this?”

“Jawab it me.”

“You want an honest answer?”

“Of course.”

Emilia smiled doubtfully. “To be frank, I felt afraid of you before you car accident. In the past, you always threw anger at me. You will continue to try to please Young Master Hall. You also ...”

Therefore, Jason likes him now who is different.

“But now you are amazing!” Emilia praised him courageously.

It was all thanks to a car accident, which turned Esme into such a calm, graceful, and otherworldly aura around her.

Esme smiled faintly. “I don't like my past either."

Even if he himself did not like the original owner of the body, how could an arrogant and proud Jason Hall like the owner of the real body?

“Now, even Young Master Hall cares deeply for you.” Emilia was really pleased with this situation.

“Sayang. I don't like it anymore.”

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