My Evil Husband
Feelings that Have Long Died

Jason's thin lips were drawn into a straight line. No more emotion was evident from that face as it stared at Esme.

Esme continued, “I used to think, as long as I can make you notice my presence, you will notice me. I didn't expect it would just make you feel disgusted with me.”

“Only when I was lying in a hospital bed did I realize that no one from the Andreas family cared for me alive or dead. As for you, you only care about divorce. Even cruelly throwing the paper in my face while I was still weak."

“Each and every one of you, heartless and cruel. So, the little feeling I have towards you, is long dead.”

This is called love and family bonding. From then on, he would never think of Jason again.

Esme wants to live as she pleases, living a happy and precious life.

Esme's statement lifted the storm on Jason's dark face. He continued to stare at Esme speechlessly. At this moment, he had a premonition, as if a part of him already knew that the old Esme would not return again.

Esme placed Seth's business card on the table, then raised her cup and finished it all at once.

Jason's gaze swept over the business card before returning to Esme again.

Esme looked at her eyebrows curiously, “Young Master Hall, why are you looking at me like that?”

Questions, doubts, and resentments.This kind of gaze will make people feel uncomfortable.

“In the past, you never drank tea.” Jason spoke in a light tone.

Being caught, Esme then laughed lightly, “Did I drink tea or not in the past, how do you know? Have you ever noticed me?”

“Before you have an accident, your menstrual period comes on the twentyth of every month. Is that considered attention?”

Hearing those words coming out of Jason's lips, the cup in Esme's hand almost came loose. A pink hue dyed his cheeks.

He threw his gaze at Jason, looking at the man in shock veiled by his long eyelashes. “Jason Hall, did you notice this?”

Jason replied with another question, “You don't know how to drive anymore?”

Why did the topic change suddenly?

“Not knowing, but I was traumatized after the accident. I'm afraid to drive.”

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to tell the truth. The reason had no gap in front of Jason.

Esme steals his gaze, noticing the fatigue scratched in Jason's forehead. He asked, “Do you feel better? Has the poison in your body been removed?”

It would have been better for Esme not to ask this question, as the air around Jason instantly turned grim as Esme talked about the matter.

A burst of pain appeared in Jason's neck.

Jason glared at her, sneering as he asked, “Your body abilities improve with each passing day. You've even learned how to stab an enemy from behind.”

This is what surprised Jason the most. He never imagined there would be a day where Esme made him faint at the most important moment.

Relying on his weak and petite body, if he were to hit randomly, then Esme would not be able to knock him unconscious.

The place he hit was very accurate, right at the acupoints of the body. Therefore, it only took one attack, fast and ruthless.

This woman managed to make him look at her from a different angle in just a short time.

Esme raised her shoulders helplessly. “If I don't hit you, what can I do if your body is used? At that time, I will be accused of playing such tricks with you from morning until night.”

He started to get annoyed at hearing this sentence over and over again.

“You should thank me.” Jason grunting.

Esme put her cup on the table and said quietly, “Why should I thank you? I won't drink it even if you don't drink it for me.”

Esme's turn mocking him, “Even if you think of using your kneecap, you'll know if the drink is problematic.”

Jason almost cursed, but when his lips opened, Esme spoke again, “Clara didn't know I could play the Chinese harp, that's why he pushed me on stage. So, I'll be embarrassed and Layla can avoid embarrassing situations. But, his meticulous plan was ruined because I knew how to play.”

Esme continued, “He can't wait to crush me into hundreds of pieces. Why is he so kind to bring me a drink? Ish ... You won't understand even if I clear things up for you. In my heart, Layla is the Queen. As for me, I am a straw bag. If I explain, you'll think I'm jealous of Layla and slander her without proof.”

Esme stood up, ready to leave because she really didn't want to stay any longer in the same room as Jason.

“Emilia, please clean the tea supplies and keep them well.”

“Ya, Miss.”

Esme left, climbing the stairs without seeing Jason in the slightest.

“Eat night!” Jason's voice exploded behind him.

“Not hungry, don't want to eat.” Esme continued her steps, climbing the stairs casually.

Jason's dark eyes followed his back until the look couldn't go any further.

After Esme's figure disappears from view, Jason's hand swings picking up Seth's business card on the table. Then, with one quick move, he squeezed it into an ugly ball in the palm of the hand before throwing it into the trash can.

“Go make a bowl of noodles for me.” Jason rules Emilia.

“Ya, Mr.”

“Wait.” The man's voice called out to him once more.

Emilia stopped, looking at Jason with a puzzled expression.

Jason looked very sinister as he looked at him, “How many years have you been on Esme's side?”

“Six years.”

When Emilia worked as a nanny in the Andreas family, she was only seventeen and Esme was fifteen.

“You've been by his side for years, has he studied any musical instrument in that period?”

Esme did not tell Emilia that she had played the Chinese harp on her way home to Jason's villa after his father's birthday.

Emilia shook her head, “No.”

“Did you keep vigil by his side for eight days since he was hospitalized at any time?”

A little confused, Emilia unfazed, “Y-ya.”

In Emilia's heart asked, ‘Why does Young Master ask something like this?’

“Go make Mie.”

“Ya, Mr.”

After Emilia leaves, Jason orders Noe. The man standing guard around Jason approached and bowed politely. “Ya, Sir?”

“I want to see a comparison of Esme's DNA test with Roy Andreas in the shortest time.”

“I will arrange it to do soon.” Noe thought for a moment, then asked, “Young Master, how do we handle Second Miss Andreas?”

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