My Evil Husband
Really Doubt it

If others did not want to shoot, then they would put down bows and arrows, while Esme still flew them.

Those eyes, the way they looked at Jason, the hatred coming from inside the bones. Even if he ignored her in the past, Esme shouldn't have accumulated much hatred here.

So right now Jason is really doubting this woman.

“After I know how, this bow is very easy.” Esme replied in an arrogant tone, which was only to cover her true expression.

“If easy, why deviate too far from the target?”

Esme glared at him in annoyance, “Didn't you just say if my archery ability increased? But now you've said that it's too far. What exactly do you want to say?”

Jason shifted his body slightly to show his elbow to Esme and said, “You wanted to shoot the sheep, but you hurt me instead.”

“Only scratched, not really deviated far.”

Jason was not angry. His eyes swept over the target in front and his eyebrows rose with curiosity, “Not started yet?”

Clara took advantage of this opportunity to declare, “This has already started and is done. My brother won!”

Jason looked at Layla's board after hearing it. Two arrows were stuck there, although none of them touched the center point, there were at least two arrows on it. The Esme board has zero points.

“Esme, you didn't even get a single one?” Jason asked her.

“Only the first arrow not hit, I still have two trials.”

“Now, go and finish with those two arrows.”

Esme looked at him, her eyes clear and bright, “Do you want me to win, or lose?”

“Of course I want you to win.”

Esme was beaming at hearing this sentence. Accidentally, he looked towards Layla who seemed to be in disbelief if Jason sided with her.

Jason is really smiling? He smiled at Esme?

This is really unbelievable. Even in his sleep, he dreamed of the cold man smiling at him like he was smiling at Esme at the moment.

In reality, that smile was not for her.

That's hurtful. Like pulling out a dagger that stuck in his heart.

Esme glanced at him with the tail of her eyes, inwardly saying, ‘Only this and you can't stand it? There's more!’

Esme took her arrows, nock, pull and aim. Every movement is fluid and natural.

The arrow flew. His speed was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

The arrow pierced the target.

As the impact was too great, the board was shaken for a few seconds before it regained its composure.everyone turned around to see the result.

Esme's arrow not only hit the target, but it actually hit the red spot. Almost half of the arrow's body was embedded into it.

From this, it was clear that the arrow contained a lot of power when compared to the one made by Jason earlier.

Jason's brows were still wrinkled, while his smile was still on his face. “Not bad.”

Esme smiled complacently in everyone's view. Turning to Layla on the side, she said, “This round, I won.”

Layla's jaw fell in shock, staring fixedly at Esme. What the hell's going on? Does the recent action of Esme look like a rookie? Even more accurate than Jason!

Layla's mood is very bad at the moment. He lost! Furthermore, if this round he lost, he would be completely crushed from Esme at that moment.

Esme smiled a little at him, “Just the same. I won the last round.”

He faced the target and repeated the same action earlier. Quickly grab the arrow and pull it out, pull the bowstring and release it.

Only, the speed this time was much faster as he released his arrow as the rope was pulled back without needing to aim at it at all. Moreover, he had just cast his gaze from Layla and the arrow had already flown out.

The result was much better than they had expected!

The last arrow splits the first arrow right in the middle, striking directly at the target marker. The first arrow split, split into two and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Jason's eyes narrowed. His gaze fell once more on Esme's satisfied face. His archery skill .. how could it be so fantastic?

Later, Jason recalled what Esme said when the woman made a beggar chicken with Emilia in the kitchen. Esme said she's been to the battlefield?

Jason's sharp eyes immersed themselves into Esme as if he wanted to see through every secret in her body.

Actually, who is he?

“Ck Ck ck ..” Seth was stunned for a moment. As his consciousness recovered, he clapped his hands fanatically while shouting that Esme was amazing.

“Esme, you've hidden your talent so deeply!” Seth praised sincerely. He looked at Esme as he stated, “Your archery skills are better than mine and Jason.”

Esme put down the bow proudly. Of course, his skills are better. If you're on the battlefield, you can't have much time to aim. Everything must be done quickly, accurately and accurately.

His head was raised only to see Jason squinting, looking at him all the way inside. This gaze left Esme speechless, preferring to ignore and turn to Layla. “Sister, I won.”

Layla was stunned, looking at Esme in disbelief.

He was amazed by Esme's last arrow. Even Jason Hall can't play to that level, but he can. With ease.

Layla's face paled even further. This time he was completely destroyed!

Layla looks to beg Jason for help, hoping he will win over Esme by his name. But who knows that Jason didn't even see it. Esme is Jason's only focus.

The man's cold demeanor and disregard for his heart left Layla devastated.

“I haven't shot!” Clara stepped up, glaring maliciously at Esme. “You won over Brother, but not me!”

“Even Layla can't win over Esme. For you, you can forget about it.” Jason swept a cold look at Clara.

Jason rarely spoke to her. Clara didn't expect down when Jason did, it would be a huge blow.

“Young Master Hall ...” Clara immediately put on a guilty look.

Layla stiffens on the spot, while Esme gets even more proud. She knew that the more she was satisfied laughing, the more uncomfortable Layla felt in her heart.

“Just running laps don't count. Earlier you said losers should listen to winners!” exciting Esme.

“You have something for him?” Jason asked her.

“I want him to run swallow jang.”

Hearing this, Layla turned like an undead.

“It doesn't feel like this.” Seth interrupted, giving Esme a strange look. “Enough I swallowed jang and ran. As for Layla, isn't it just running?”

Esme put on an unhappy face. “Just now they say if I lose, I have to run swallow jang.”

Layla's eyes looked as sad as they begged Jason, waiting for the man to say something on his behalf.

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