My Evil Husband
Begging to me

Clara was really angry at Esme's words. His face turned red. This fucking woman! Dare to say his mouth stinks?

Contrary to Esme, Clara grew up as a cherished and pampered child. Gaining such humiliation, anger burned his body like a great blaze. His hatred for Esme was increasing and increasing.

“In this age, people who tell the truth are treated like guilty people for terrible crimes.” Esme shook her head helplessly at Clara's anger.

“What are you so proud of?” Clara mocked, “Although you did not die in a car accident, the child in your stomach died. Big Brother said, Grandfather Hall has already approved of Young Master Hall to divorce you. The Young Madam Hall's position won't be yours soon. At that time I will wait and see the end of your life. Let's see if you can still be proud.”

“At that time, I won't let you down.” Esme glanced at it with a trace of cunning in her dark eyes. “Sorry Clara, I have to close my nose if you talk to me. I'm germaphobia.”

Emilia almost exploded with laughter hearing this.

“Esme, your courage is getting bigger! Dare to say I'm dirty.”

Esme grunting. “I didn't say you were dirty. I just said if I'm germaphobia, so please stay away from me.”

Clara's burning with anger. The way he glared at Esme, like he expected to swallow Esme once and for all in a state of raging.

“Basically, you accuse me of being dirty.”

The corner of Esme's lips rose with a cold smile. “I really can't do anything if you insist on claiming yourself―kotor.”

“You!” Clara was so angry that she raised her hand to land a hard slap on Esme.

Previously, Esme had always been naughty and spoiled. But he always showed it to outsiders.

Clara knew well, inside, Esme was nothing more than a haystack. This woman is easily oppressed!

There were occasions in the past when he slapped Esme, and never once did Esme dare to retaliate. Because he knew, Esme was still basically hanging herself on the monthly allowance that the Andreas family gave her.

But this time, Clara's raised hand froze in the air. It could not move at all or be pulled again.

He looked at Esme dumbfoundedly. That terrified expression appeared as if he was looking at a terrifying demon.

Facing Clara's raised hand, Esme did not feel the slightest trepidation. Instead, Esme's chin was raised with pride.

The aura emanating from Esme's body made her feel fear.

Usually and always, when he raised his hand, Esme would curl in fear.

Today, he did not even avoid it. Instead, he was fighting it strong.

Clara became dazed. Why did this woman suddenly become a woman different from Esme before?

The aura and temperament he possessed was very different from Esme's broken reputation.

“You want to slap me?” Esme sneered.

“A prostitute like you deserves to be beaten!”

The grip of Esme's hand grew stronger.

At this moment, Clara could not simply give up. He still had to maintain his image as the son of a wealthy family and he would not give up on Esme. Although Esme's aura frightened her, but she still glared at the woman.

A whore?

This word seems to make Esme's gaze increasingly shrunk and dangerous. Clara's arrogant attitude reminded her of the Empress in her past life. The woman from the past had also made things difficult for him.

He had in the past fought alongside the Emperor on the battlefield, but in the end was his cousin who was appointed Empress. He was then spoiled by the Emperor and returned with the man.

She alone could only be satisfied with the title of concubine, living in agony. The Empress depended on the Emperor's affection for her and the power abused to make her days like a real hell.

Things he's experienced on this day before. He who once blew his anger, actually got a slap from the Empress. When she asked why she hit him, the Empress said, “A prostitute like you deserves to be hit!”

Apparently, the reason for the slap was that he had dinner that day with the Emperor.

“I told you, a whore like you deserves to be beaten!”

PLAQUES

The deafening sound of flesh meeting flesh resounded in the air. It immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Esme had exerted so much energy that Clara's head seemed to be slipping from her neck. On that white skin, the five-finger mark was clearly visible.

Emilia. Her mouth formed a large O-hurup while scanning the palm stamp on Clara's cheek. This is impossible!

“Nona, you hit Second Miss?” Emilia's tone was soft and trembling.

After doing his slap, Esme looked at Clara nonchalantly.

The palm of the hand he used to slap earlier until it felt hot. He rubbed.

Esme's satisfied smile was so obvious even though she didn't show it too much. However, the atmosphere around him was really tense.

“He said, Young Madam Hall is arrogant, despotistic and also unruly. It seems that it is true now.”

“Use an unscrupulous way to climb onto Young Master Hall's bed. He still showed no honor despite being his wife. Now, even dare to act disrespectfully in public. Raising his own hand to hit someone else. Women like this are really fierce!”

“God is really sleeping. Good people live short lives. But a ferocious person seemed to last for a hundred years!”

“How could Young Master Hall have such a wife? Young Madam Hall's heart is completely black.”

“Kata ‘vixen’ [female fox] deserves to be carved deep into his bones. Like his mother, they fit into one blood. I heard, his mother was a bar singer. He also drugged Old Master Andreas and then climbed onto his bed. After becoming pregnant, she asked Old Master Andreas to divorce Lady Andreas. In the end, he was also left.”

“Gosh ... How do you know all this?"

“Mrs Andreas and I are good friends.”

Watching Esme hit Clara, everyone started gossiping about her. Be it those who do not know, or even those who are said to know best, everyone is competing to say their argument.

Within seconds, all the dirty swearing was aimed at Esme.

However, Esme did not act as if she did not hear their words. His gaze remained calm and cold watching Clara in front of him.

Receiving Esme's slap, the rotten Clara to the bone froze for three seconds.

What had just happened was completely out of his reach at this moment.

When reality finally dawned on her, Clara felt a stinging pain on her cheek. The pain was like someone holding a knife and then cutting his cheek until it bled. Then, the wound was smeared with chili paste. The pain and pain reached the eyes.

Clara's eyes were reddened. He glared at Esme with anger and hatred and also a trace of disbelief was present.

“Esme Andreas, you dare hit me?”

Esme snorted and took two steps forward.

Suddenly, Clara found it hard to breathe. Unknowingly, Clara retreated half a step as if a self-defense reflex.

Conscious of her movements, Clara remembered she was the Second Miss of the Andreas family. He could not lose his footing in front of Esme.

Looking at him, Esme was getting closer by half a step. Clara held herself back.

Esme's face was only a few centimeters as she placed her head on the side of Clara's ear. With a pressing tone, he said clearly, “Pelacur like you deserves to be beaten.”

Clara was at the height of her anger. “Esme Andreas, don't act too cocky! I'll tell Dad to stop your pocket money. Let's see if you dare to act arrogantly again in front of me, or you will bend your knees as low as possible to beg me.”

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