My Evil Husband
You Shouldn't Fall in Love with Me

Esme doesn't really sleep.

She sat down in front of her dresser, drawing something.

Just now, he had used Emilia's phone to look at some information on the internet. At first it all seemed foreign to him, but he who had the memories of the original body owner was soon able to adjust.

He found that anyone could enter and compete internationally as long as they were registered before the deadline.

There are still two weeks from the deadline. However, he wasn't sure if he could sketch out a decent job in such a short period of time with time left.

Although the original body owner has a certain level of drawing talent, ability or talent is not shifted to fashion design.

For the original body owner, most of his time has been used in concocting plans on how to get Jason Hall's attention. How to get her sympathy, and how to be her woman.

Even during class, his mind takes precedence over learning. In the end, he failed to enter university.

After marrying Jason, all his energy evolved to think about how to get rid of all the women around the man. And, how to get love and affection.

To attract his attention, he would argue with her about big and trivial things. Then, after all was over, she would cry herself in secrecy. Precious time has been wasted like this.

After finishing school, she wanted to become Layla Andreas to work in the Industry Hall. Unfortunately, Jason did not have the same thought.

Which makes him explode in a jealous rage, whenever he sees Layla and Jason appear on television by showing off the winning trophy.

Naively, he declares in front of Jason's face that he will surpass Layla. She has even signed up for fashion design training classes and stayed there for half a month.

With Jason in mind, he was unable to concentrate in class, and in less than two weeks, he was already tired of his class, she said,

In that half a month, he had not even learned the basic techniques. Not to mention having complete sketch design skills.

Now, Esme wants to pull the clothes of her time. Only now did he realize his difficulty level was rather high.

He drew one page after another, but nothing was satisfactory.

At this point, he was exhausted. His head looked up at the mirror, staring at his own reflection with a battered expression.

He really felt sorry for the original owner of the body. This woman had an incredible beauty paired with a retarded mind.

All day long his head was wrapped in a bubble - Jason Hall. Of course, his own attitude was also a big deal. Without any aspect lacking, how could she hope to get Jason's attention and love?

Even he himself did not approve of the attitude of the original owner of the body.

Esme gently rubbed her sore skin, then continued to draw sketch designs.

What she drew was the first set of dresses the Emperor had ever given in his previous life.

He had disguised himself as a man and fought alongside him in the raging war. It's been eight whole years since the last time she wore a dress.

After conquering the land, he had personally given her a set of women's clothes, telling her to wear during the celebration party.

Holding the clothes given to her, her heart felt sweeter than honey. She wore it on the night of the celebration, and it was absolutely beautiful.

As she put on the dress and appeared in front of the Emperor during the celebration, she had left everyone present dumbstruck.

But on another occasion, she announced marriage to another woman and even bestowed the position of Empress to the woman.

As for her, she had been reduced to a mere concubine.

The one who has fought for the land of infidelity is himself.

Even so, he had accepted it. But he who had believed the Empress' words instead had the heart of the woman entrapped him, bound him in chains, punished him for a crime he never committed and pushed nine of his family relationships toward death.

Recalling this painful memory, his right hand that was holding the pen exerted great power. It continued to increase and increase in every second as if he wanted to destroy it.

What popped into his mind were the cruel man and the monstrous woman smiling within their wedding day. Immediately, Esme's eyes became cold, terrifying and filled with hatred.

Suddenly, the sound of steady footsteps came from the doorway.

Esme turned wary.

Jason Hall wore a black suit from toe to toe, standing in the middle of the door.

A white and gentle light fell onto his body, adding a mysterious charm similar to the Emperor in the past. The same face, in the old era passed.

That noble indifference was similar to the Emperor, who oppressed him with just his own presence.

The cold noble aura emanating from Jason's body exerted a great pressure like the figure of a great Emperor.

Esme looked at her face that was too perfect.

Right at this point, his mind was in another realm. Confusing Jason to be a heartless person.

Moments before, Esme had been thinking about her past, and now seeing Jason, it had only stirred up emotions that were already raging into the turmoil of skyrocketing negative feelings.

Sadness and hatred swirled strongly in his eyes.

To get to this woman's room, Jason first had to pass through his own room. He himself was also confused by his sudden actions. Stop right in front of this lady's room to take a look.

Faced with Esme, she caught the complex emotion that appeared in the woman's eyes. And he's dumbfounded. His eyebrows naturally rose in doubt.

At this moment, Esme almost broke the pencil in her hand in half.

This heartless man, why doesn't this man trust him?

How could he be punished for the oath he made to her?

Did he forget who had fought beside him for so many years?

Thinking of this, Esme gritted her teeth with deep hatred.

Jason had observed various emotions radiating across Esme's face. Unknowingly, he frowned.

Does this woman hate him so much? Otherwise, how could this woman look at him with such a gaze?

“Heartless man!” Esme spat out those words wholeheartedly.

“Only because I refused to give you a division Hall industry?” Jason really doesn't understand.

Husband and wife divorced because of lack of feelings between the two parties was common, but how did this man become so cruel?

Hearing his cold sharp voice, it suddenly jerked him back into the present-day body of Esme.

Just now ... did he make the mistake of being too immersed in his own thoughts?

Recalling Jason's question, he immediately nodded. “That's right!” Esme suppressed the emotions in her heart and angrily admitted Jason's assumptions.

Jason's line of sight fell on the papers scattered around his dresser. In an instant, he could recognize the doodles on the papers were clothing sketch designs.

He snorted, with words mixed with ridicule, he sneered, “You also know how to design clothes?”

Hearing this, Esme immediately changes the paper sketches on the table to prevent Jason from seeing them any further. “I won't let you see!”

Jason had a proud expression on his face. “You think I want to peek?”

Esme is still unsure. “Whether you want to see or not, that's another matter. I'm worried you plagiarized my design.”

Jason laughed mockingly. “Depending on something coming out of the pig brain inside your human head, do you think I'm interested in copying it?” He smiled slanted. “Esme Andreas, you're becoming more and more ignorant.”

The head of a pig-man [That means a fool]

Esme gritted her teeth in anger. It felt like he wanted to throw his sketches in front of Jason's face and show that his design sketches were no worse than Layla's.

He'll make sure that he appreciates his pig-brained head.

“Ya, sure.” Esme suddenly made herself smile brilliantly. “I'm becoming less and less ignorant now. So, what are you doing coming into a woman's room tonight? Could it be that Young Master Hall has a heavy appetite for women with pig brains on their heads like me?”

“Did you kick me out of the room?” Jason lifted his leg and entered the room.

Esme squinted. This man, what did he do by entering his room?

Esme kept her design sketch tightly under her palm. His eyes glanced warily at Jason. “Not only do I want you out of my room, but I also prefer you not to appear in my line of sight.”

This way, he also did not need to remember the cruel Emperor in his life.

Without him in mind, he would be in a good mood the entire time. A good mood will be the first step for him towards a better life.

Jason stopped in front of him, like a tall and mighty God. He looked down, his mouth curling mockingly. “Esme Andreas, congratulations, your tactics have improved.”

“Thank you.”

Jason's hand was raised pinning Esme's chin between his fingers. “Now, do you hate me so much?”

“True.” Esme admitted it with pleasure. “I hate you so much.”

“How much?”

Although Esme had a faint smile, her eyes were indifferent. Hate is the reverse side of love. How deep is his love, how deep is his hatred?

That's a very good metaphor.

“You shouldn't fall in love with me.” Jason commented with his trademark cold voice.

Casually Esme replied, “Who would be willing to be bald if they don't scab? Who is willing to love someone they never liked?”

[Being bald if not scabby in a sense, in the era of the Imperial Dynasty, men and women had long beautiful and silky hair as one of the symbols of nobility and majesty. Unless they have hair disease, they will not choose the extreme route of cutting their hair to baldness. So, basically this means they are powerless in this regard. In the end, choose the last option. As the Concubine's soul has passed through time into modern times, the words used in her day still carry over into her present life.]

Jason Hall looked deeply into his eyes. Inside those black eyes, he could not find even a glimmer of pretense.

His eyebrows creased involuntarily.

Did this woman's entire person change after surviving the car accident?

He felt ... This was too unreasonable.

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