My Evil Husband
Want to Escape as Far as Possible

Emilia did not believe him. In the past, this Miss of his yearned for Jason very much, even every breath he called was Jason. Can the feeling disappear in an instant?

With a frown of doubt Emilia ensured, “Really? You don't like it anymore, even a little bit?”

the piece of memories left behind by the original body owner, Esme felt uneasy. “Yes, I don't like it anymore.”

Emilia wanted to say something more, but from the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the black shadow walking over. His soul almost jumped out of the body as he quickly realized it was Jason.

With fear she greets, “Young Master Hall?”

Jason wore his sportswear, dressed in black from head to toe. With a few drops of sweat hanging on the tip of the man's hair, he looked sexy and charming.

Emilia's words were treated as air. Instead, Jason looked at Esme who had a grim expression.

Esme's body froze for a moment when she saw Jason's figure, then she quickly controlled herself and returned to calm.

Jason came to the chair opposite him. Pull the chair out, then sit down.

Emilia quickly brought breakfast and served it to Jason. The breakfast consisted of oatmeal porridge, bacon, and fresh fruits. Light and simple, according to what he asked for.

Esme swept a glance at Jason's breakfast, lowered her head and thought of something.

Jason sat across from him, but he didn't start eating either. The man just sat down, looked at her and looked at her continuously.

Esme's head might not be moved to give a retaliatory look, but she could feel a strong gaze piercing towards her.

From the moment he walked until now, Esme had not seen him at all. Just a moment ago, and this made Jason unhappy. What made it worse was the tone of his speech that said if he didn't like it anymore.

“Is your body feeling better?” Jason asked, and when this question escaped his mouth, he wanted to hit himself.

Esme already said that she doesn't like him anymore, so why should she care about him? Ah, crap!

While Esme thought if Jason asked how his body was recovering from a car accident, so he replied with a fake smile.”I'm fine now.”

“You'll be out again today?”

“Ya.” He had to go to Han Muray's office.

“Why don't you drive?” He was out all day yesterday, why didn't he pick up one of the cars?

Esme's movements came to a halt as something flashed in her eyes.

Jason quipped and mocked, “Only one car accident and you dare not drive?”

Esme looked at him directly and ignored his ridicule. “Shadow trauma too big.”

“Let Noe drop you off.”

Jason offered, who knows he passed out on the street again.

However, Esme refused too soon, “No!”

Noe is one of the most loyal people. If Noe finds out he's going to Muray Group, and tells Jason, the solution will be the longest day for Esme.

His strong reaction did not go unnoticed by Jason. She didn't accept it, “What else do you have now?”

“I'll be out to find a job, not for shopping or traveling.”

“Is there a difference?”

“Of course there are. Which one of your cars costs millions? You think, if I was driving in a fancy car while looking for a job, how would the boss of the company look at me?”

Jason is not happy, “Let them think of whatever they like.”

“You better let Noe take you. I can take a taxi myself, it's more convenient.”

“I have no psychological shadow,” reply. Even if she had an accident, she would not have any trauma that would prevent her from driving.

“I'm too lazy to argue with you about this. The point is, I'm not gonna let Noe drop me off.”

Esme. “You told him to follow me?” Otherwise, how could he possibly know if he had fainted?

Jason scoffed with a clear sense of disdain, “Do I have a lot of free time to follow you around? Strange number sent you a message, I saw it.”

“Jason Hall, you secretly read my message?”

Does that mean she knows her plans to make dresses at Muray Group today?

“If not, how do I know you suddenly fainted on the road yesterday?”

Esme snapped furiously, “Text messages are part of one's privacy.”

A charming demonic smile appeared on Jason's face. “You are my wife, how can you call that privacy? Shouldn't husbands and wives be honest with each other?”

Esme replied with a cynical laugh, “Have you ever been honest with me?”

“How do you want me to be honest with you?”

Suddenly, Esme did not like this conversation. Too many things he left behind as memories, and none of them were good. Esme brushed it off and said, “Don't bother me. I don't like people who bother me when I'm eating.”

“Take?” Jason repeated it again. “Since you wake up from a coma .. You, the way you talk can sometimes be really cultured.”

Esme taunted him back, “Since I woke up from a coma .. you, the way you treated me is very different.”

Jason could not respond until Esme stood up and said again, “I'm done.”

“Come back for lunch.”

Esme held back her steps.

“I've ordered Emilia to make chicken soup,” Jason continued again.

“Ya.” Esme stepped out of the dining room.

Jason Hall this. His sudden kindness made him feel like escaping as far as possible.

Just a few minutes after Esme came out, Noe entered with an envelope in his hand.

“Young Master, DNA report Madam and Mr. Andreas is out.” Noe stood next to Jason, handing the envelope to him.

Looking at all those reports, Jason's eyes suddenly turned into an abyss, hiding an invisible rolling emotion.

Getting rid of this report, Jason fell into deep thought.

After a seemingly halted time around him, Jason looked back at this report and handed it to Noe. “Destroy!” his orders are clear and firm.

“Ya, Mr.”

***

The Sewing Department Muray Group.

Esme looked at the sewing machine around her, drugged. She knew how to make a dress, but she did it with her hands. Thread by thread. This sewing machine in front of him, he did not know how to operate it.

Ham Muray looked at Esme's confused expression and asked, “You don't know how to use a sewing machine?”

Esme nodded honestly. “Yes, I don't know.”

The original body owner had never used these machines before, and he himself had never seen one.

So, no experience whatsoever could help him in the least.

Han Muray smiled charmingly. Every one of his actions seemed to exude a glorious majesty. “Don't you say you know how to sew?”

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