My Evil Husband
Is That You?

The bedside lamp suddenly lit up.

Seth flinched from the bed into a sitting position. His breathing sounded hoarse and urgent as if he was panting. His usual eyes were soft, tempestuous.

He's dreaming again.

The same dream, as a regular visitor to him. Previously, he had no objections at all, thinking it might be due to reading too many Chinese novels.

When he heard Esme's words before she fell into a coma, he knew it wasn't a normal dream.

At this moment, Seth was in chaos. His eyes were dark and looked bad, similar to a bottomless lagoon.

Seth looked out the window. Apparently it's morning. He got up from the bed, and with his feet swallowed, he walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

“Sister, are we going to the hospital again to see that bitch?”

Before entering the kitchen, Clara's voice sounded.

Seth's legs suddenly stopped. A cold light glittered in his eyes.

A whore?

They call Esme a whore?

“She is in the hospital, of course we have to go and see her.” This is Layla's voice.

“Sister, do you think he'll die like this?” The scandal in Clara's voice is evident.

“I don't think so. Didn't Seth yesterday say his injuries weren't serious?”

“Oh ...” Clara was disappointed again. “Even it's been thrown like it can't make it die. Too bad.”

“Clara, don't talk nonsense!” Layla. Although she wishes more than anyone for Esme to fall to her death, they are in Seth's house. If Seth hears them, their image will be bad in front of Jason.

“I'm not saying nonsense. I wanted him dead a long time ago. Indeed who asked him to compete with you took the heart of Young Master Hall?”

“Enough! Stop talking too much. Help me put the chicken in the pot. When the soup is ready, send it to Esme!”

“Sister, why should we make soup for that trash can?”

Behind the wall, Seth grinned. Every word that comes out of the mouth and ends with the word ‘pelacur’. Esme really ‘lucky’ has a sister like this.

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Esme opened her eyes and what entered her vision was a white ceiling. A sharp disinfectant smell filled his nose. Breathing deeper, there was also a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

He knew this scent well.

Esme turned her head to the side, towards the man sitting on the chair, propping up her weight and her chin stuck to her palm as she slept.

Esme noticed. He saw Dong Fang Xuan in a dream of his, and now, the face he first saw was exactly like Dong Fang Xuan. At this moment, Jason did not possess the cruelty that Dong Fang Xuan possessed.

Dong Fang Xuan on the battlefield was the emblem of a ferocious leopard, whereas this man before him was just as ruthless in business.

Esme stared at Jason's face in confusion, sharp lines sculpted, just like a perfectly sculpted work of art. The thin lips were very sexy, making others would fall down many times.

Is that you?

There was doubt in Esme's eyes. Mind fucked. Did he see a dream, or did his soul go back in time and be shown things he did not know after his death?

He saw Dong Fang Xuan dying on the battlefield.

Confusion seeped in as he scanned Jason's face once more. Is Jason the reincarnation of Dong Fang Xuan? Otherwise, why do the two of them look so similar?

Recalling Dong Fang Xuan who might have died on the battlefield, Esme could not help but endure the stinging pain in her heart. Suddenly, he really wanted to know what was happening in his country after his death.

Did the enemy come to attack?

Is there another war?

A sudden longing washed over him.

Dong Fang Xuan said that he would rather die, so what should he miss?

Suddenly he choked because his throat was dry, making him cough violently. And the sound of his cough roused Jason.

Jason's eyes were open. Tired, his eyes were red with clear blood vessels like roots running around in white.

“You're up?” He sits up straight.

“En.” Esme tried to shift her body to sit up, only then did she realize how Jason's hand was grasping his hand the entire time.

“Do you want water?” Jason took his hand. His low voice sounded a little harsh. He sighed, really not knowing how to take care of people. Now she has to do that, taking care of a woman for the first time in her life.

“Ya.”

“I'll pour it for you. Be nice and stay in bed. Don't move!”

Esme is completely obedient.

He watched her leave, feeling lost and confused. Is this a dream? Jason took care of her? Even pouring water with his own hands.

“Where is Emilia?”

“In our villa.”

Back with a glass of water, he stared and said, “This is the nearest hospital to the farm. I didn't tell Grandpa if you were hurt.”

Esme nodded, trying to sit with difficulty.

“Didn't I tell you not to move?” Jason increased his speed when he saw Esme trying to sit down. One hand rests the glass on the bottom, while the other hand supports the woman's body.

“I just want to drink water.”

“Use straws!”

“I feel sick.” Esme was complaining.

“How could it not hurt? Even Seth's statue was destroyed because of you.” Jason snaps.

Esme blinked her eyes. His broken statue, isn't it his broken bone? Is he that heavy?

Jason sticks a straw into a glass and holds it on the side, “Drink.”

Esme raises her hand to take the glass, but Jason's hand moves away, avoiding her hand. Esme raised her head to look at it. How does he drink if Jason doesn't give you a glass?

“I hold, you drink.”

Esme's heart rumbled, “You want to give me a drink?”

“Does that harm you?”

Esme laughs weakly, “Master Jason Hall, are you in love with me?”

“You thirsty or not? Why are you talking so much nonsense?” A fleeting trace of shame flickered in Jason's burning eyes. “Drink quickly!”

Esme did not pretend because she was thirsty, sipping the water in the glass as if she lost all the fluid in her body.

“Esme, do I need to ask for your help to tell me the truth?”

“What's up?”

“Who's Dong Fang Xuan?”

Hearing the name from Jason's mouth, Esme's heart sank. And he choked again. Throat hurts.

Jason straightened his body, standing straight like a javelin. Her cold eyes were watching her.

When his cough stopped, he continued, “Because you have stopped, then tell me. Who is Dong Fang Xuan?”

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