My Evil Husband
Failing to Be a Man

“Did you hit Clara Andreas today?”

Esme didn't have time to watch the news today. So he knew nothing about his reputation being damaged from bad to worse from attacking Clara.

She thinks Layla has made a small complaint to Jason about him hitting Clara. Esme taunting, “She deserves it.”

“Are you not afraid Roy Andreas stopped your allowance?”

Esme shrugged both of her shoulders as if she did not care. “Mau terminated yes just stop.”

The woman's hand then clasped Jason's hand which clasped his chin.

Jason's eyebrows shot up. His gaze flowed into Esme's tiny hands. She watched, how Esme calmly pulled her hand and gave a charming smile.

“Jason Hall, until the day we officially get divorced, I'm still your wife. You allowed your wife to go home to her parents every month like a beggar for a few thousand dollars. Don't you feel like you're failing at being a man?”

Jason's face darkened. His gaze grew increasingly tapering at Esme. “The only failure is you alone.”

Damnit damnit! How did he suddenly discover Esme's alluring smile?

“You already know if I failed in the first place. Why are you still married to me?”

Esme accidentally hits Jason's chest in a fun way. This action is tempting. “You are so strong and so strong. You could've refused to marry me, but you didn't. Tell me, do you have a good impression of me?”

Hearing these words, Jason's unexpected eyes narrowed sharply, making it hard for others to guess his thoughts.

“Didn't you realize you were so annoying? Who will have a good impression on you? The person who has it must be blind.”

“You know I'm a bitch, but you're still marrying me. After marriage, you want to divorce me. Jason Hall, you're so ludicrous.” Esme's insulting voice was very clear.

Jason had no words this time. So, he switched the conversation. “Back to main points. If Roy really stopped your allowance, then you wouldn't have any money. So, I'd be happy to advise you to sign the divorce papers quickly. “

After Esme signs the letter, Jason will give her five hundred million according to the deal.

“The talk that kept running and circling finally turned to divorce. Jason Hall, I'm in a bad mood. I won't be able to make a decision at a time like this.”

“Speedly or slowly, you should immediately give your signature. If you do that, I'll give you a lucrative offer. But if you delay it any longer, maybe I won't be generous.”

“The more you file me, the stronger I won't do it.”

“One week. That's all you have to consider.” Without any indication, Jason's hand quickly snatched the paper under Esme's.

Esme has drawn sketches in many versions, and the one Jason took was the first draft.

The lines are rough, and the design is blurred. Something to draw in kindergarten.

“You!” Esme wanted to pull the paper again, but Jason held it up high into the air and it was beyond her reach.

Forgetit. He would not let the man see any further.

Jason's eyes swept across the surface of the paper, and mercilessly squeezed it into a chunk of ball and threw it into the trash basket by the side of the door.

“Jason Hall, what are you doing?” seeing Jason's action, Esme looked furious.

Jason scoffed with indifference. “You want to send kindergarten graffiti as fashion design sketch?”

“So, what if it looks like a kindergarten graffiti? Did you forget that you were once part of kindergarten?”

Esme is not angry at the sketches, but at Jason's attitude that is completely unaware of the feelings of others when he tramples on their hard work.

“There's nothing wrong with kindergarten graffiti, but at the age like you, presenting such a level of work is very bad.” Jason's voice was filled with disgust.

“I don't have any reputation issues to worry about because it's been broken from the start. Plus the childishness on it doesn't change anything. Besides, whether I'm childish or wayward is none of your business.”

“Then, asking me to accept you in the company by relying on your level of ability like that? Keep dreaming!”

At the words of Jason earlier, Esme's determination was getting stronger.

She was very satisfied with the design of the sketch, and initially wanted to show it to Jason. But after recalling the man's words last night, Esme became doubtful.

In the eyes of the man, he was no one. Even if he thinks the design is good enough, but it is not necessarily so for him.

In the end, Jason would only shower him with teasing and sarcasm.

Because competition rules allow individual entries without the support of the company, Esme is determined to participate individually.

Instead of proving himself in front of Jason, proving himself in front of the public eye is a much better option. He doesn't think about everyone too much.

She kept a sketch of her dress in the drawer, then went to wash her face and changed the dress she bought yesterday before going downstairs.

Normally, at this hour, Jason had already left the villa.

Today, why hasn't he left yet?

Esme's hand slid down the stairs, down the stairs. His two eyes swept over the man who was sitting casually on the sofa.

The man's long legs dangled over his other thighs, reading the magazine in a lazy manner.

His personal bodyguard, Noe, stood right behind the man cautiously.

Even while sitting lazily like this, the man still exuded a domineering aura.

At this moment, Esme had a chance to think, could it be that she was the reincarnation of the Emperor back then?

If not, how could they be the same?

As if detecting Esme's gaze, Jason raised his head.

When their views collided, Esme was startled for a few seconds before throwing her gaze at the other side quickly.

Instead, Jason continued to look at her without hesitation.

The blue dress that Esme wore glorified her skin beautifully.

Her wide dress looked so soft and flowing like a swaying willow tree gently dancing in a gentle breeze.

Its shape is shrinking at the waist, looks slender even though it is not too tight. It perfected his entire body.

Jason's sharp gaze pierced through Esme's thigh like a thorn.

The way he walked, elegant and refined.

Subconsciously, an image flashed through Jason's mind. The woman used one of Layla's retro designs with a piece of golden hairpick.

Looking at Jason's gaze that was fully aimed at him, Esme rolled her eyes and went straight to the dining room.

Ignored by Esme, Jason returned to his senses. He gave the magazine to Noe by saying, “I'm interested in making an offer on this Bounding Passion hairpick.”

Bounding Passion?

Hearing Jason say that, Esme's body suddenly froze.

Esme turns her body, finds a magazine in Noe's hand. Just as the man was about to take her away, Esme anxiously said, “Does you let me see it?”

Esme's eyes glittered expectantly.

Last ... Jason said hair skewers Bounding Passion? That item .. yes, he was no stranger to that item in his past.

Noe's eyes quietly glanced towards Jason to ask for permission.

“Let him see it.”

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