My Evil Husband
My mistake ....

Esme lowered her head, her eyebrows locked tightly. How did Jason know? Does he talk in his sleep?

He did not remember, whether he said something that he should not have said in front of Jason before he fainted.

“Friends are not real.” An idea came to his mind. When he looked at Jason again, his eyes were bright and clear, not at all lying.

Dong Fang Xuan was in that world, the world that Clara thought of was the online world. He let Jason reach the same conclusion.

“Friends online?” The corner of Jason's lips curved into a cold grin.

Esme nodded indifferently.

“Even archery and horseback riding is also he who teaches online?” Jason's gaze grew sharper as he watched her.

“You are the one who taught me archery.”

Jason smiled mockingly again on his face, “How about riding?”

“I don't know how to ride a horse.”

The man leaned his body forward, his handsome face moving closer to Esme. There was an interesting scent of male pheromones following him.

Inhaling his scent, Esme felt something inappropriate. He watched her vigilantly, leaning back. “What do you want to do?”

“You lied.” Jason's index finger lightly traced Esme's soft lips. The amused sensation made Esme difficult to endure. Shaking her head, she insisted, “I don't like someone lying to me.”

“Someone who does not know how to ride will panic and relinquish control when the horse goes berserk, falls in an instant.” This was the conclusion Jason had come to after analyzing the situation a few times.

In his view, even though Esme eventually fell, but this woman was able to survive long enough. He could compensate for the crazy movements of the horse, adjusting his posture when he almost fell down a few times before finally losing control.

“That's because I hold firmly in control that I won't fall.” Esme insisted.

“Really?” Jason's fingers pinched his chin, “I've sent Noe to investigate who this Dong Fang Xuan is.”

Esme blinks her eyes beautifully in front of Jason, “Please. You won't find anything.”

Dong Fang Xuan was a nickname when the Emperor was a child, not a name used when he ascended the throne. People in this age cannot go that far.

“He died?”

Something pierced Esme's heart on this question, “Ya ...”

Travel bridges space and time, that age and this age have a very long distance and it makes no sense to say.

The gloomy look in Esme's eyes didn't go unnoticed, and it only added to Jason's curiosity. Esme is lying, refusing to tell the truth.

Esme faced him calmly, “I'm awake now. Why don't you go back and rest for a while?” When he woke up early, he saw Jason sleeping here. He must be exhausted.

“I'll stay.”

“I don't need anything, so you don't have to accompany me.”

“It makes no difference. I'm free.”

Esme can't beat him this time.

“I want to sit.” Lying down for too long makes it uncomfortable.

“I'll help you sit down. You are not allowed to force yourself. Also, your left hand is injured.”

Esme only realized that fact when Jason said it. His left elbow was under a hard gypsum. His eyes looked at Jason, “I'm paralyzed?”

“No.”

Esme nodded, like an endless thirst.

Layla came carrying a container of chicken soup looking at this scene. Jason helped Esme drink with his own hands?

He is the only person who has always been at the highest priority, separated from others. From a young age, he was the one being served.

What about now?

He served Esme?

This makes Layla even more convinced, Jason loves Esme.

Layla felt like someone was squeezing her heart in their hands, suffocating, very uncomfortable.

Why didn't God take the woman's life and sentence her to death when she fell?

“Jason, does your great lover feel pain?” Seth deliberately glanced at Layla before stepping into the room, passing by her.

Seth's voice did not affect the two of them.

Jason looked at Esme, and a rare trace of tenderness seeped into her voice as she asked, “Do you want more?”

The whole glass was empty. It seems Esme is really thirsty.

“No.”

Esme's expression was only calm and serene. Not feeling happy or upset. It is caught by Layla as she stands there, cursing in her heart, ‘Munafik!’

The woman used to annoy Jason from morning until night, hoping Jason would notice her better. Now Jason's done it, and the woman is making good use of it. He's a two-faced cunning liar!

However, Layla suppressed all her emotions inside, walking towards Esme with worry, “Esme, how are you doing? Does it hurt?”

This speech evoked both angry and upset emotions in Esme's heart. However, facing this cunning woman .. she could not use anger. He looked at Layla dumbfoundedly, “Sister, you are worried about me?”

The smile on Layla's face stiffened on a small scale, but it instantly looked normal in the next second, “What are you saying? You are my brother, of course I will worry when you get hurt.”

Esme blinked her eyes innocently as she asked the question, “Sister, do horses hate it when someone pulls their hair?”

Jason listened to the side. Hearing Esme's question, her pupils darkened. Seth glanced at Esme before turning to Layla.

Layla paled without feeling as she tried hard to show a faint smile, “Mm .. possible.”

“Then, why are you still pulling the horse hair I rode?” Esme looked sad. “You know I don't understand how to drive it, but you still pull my horse hair.”

Layla's face lost all color to Esme's words. He subconsciously sent Esme an angry look as she tried to let out a thunderous rage in her heart.

Making an awkward laugh, he said, “I saw there was straw in the ponytail. I just want to delete it.”

“Isn't it very normal for a horse to have hay on their body?” Jason interrupted coldly. Not only was his tone cold, but the man's gaze also radiated hostility towards him.

Hearing her harsh words, Layla panicked. Inwardly he kept himself from showing any fear at this moment. “Looks like I did something unnecessary. That's my itchy hand.”

“Just because your hands itch, you're making me seriously injured. Brother, I'm upset with you.” Esme's eyes are red because they're harmed.

All of his expressions and words were currently aimed at luring Jason.

Esme doesn't know how any of this has affected Jason far from what she anticipated.

“My fault,” he said as if sorry.”

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