My Evil Husband
He Wants Jason Too

“This chrysanthemum tea. You want to try it?” Esme showed the surface of her glass with a faint smile.

Jason sat right in front of him, watching him as he asked, “You like to drink tea?”

Although Esme usually drinks a wide variety of drinks, the Esme she knows hates fragrant tea.

“Drink good tea for body.” Esme continued to sip her tea. Chrysanthemum tea has an amazing aroma and is also very delicious. It is made by soaking wild chrysanthemums in boiling water.

Jason simply nodded, and asked again, “What did Madam Jier say?”

“Mrs Jier is very smart.”

Jason raised his eyebrows, “He knows who the sender of the dress is?”

“En. He even commissioned me to design a qipao for him.”

“Other than this, did he say anything else to you?”

“No.”

Clara noticed their interaction from a distance.

Seeing Jason continue his conversation with Esme, his heart was filled with jealousy. However, when he saw Esme who kept sipping her chrysanthemum, his eyes showed a cunning satisfaction.

The same waiter passed through.

“Give me a glass of red wine.” Clara prepared a hand and took a glass of wine from her tray. He slowly sipped his wine while waiting for time to pass.

About half an hour passed.

Esme was still sitting there as she ate dessert with Jason who was also accompanying her.

Clara looked at him with dissatisfaction, her expression somewhat anxious.

“Has it started?” Layla asked softly, she finally came out of her sitting room. Ignoring everyone's gaze, he walked over to Clara's side.

“It will start soon,” said Clara.

Layla looked at Esme, frowning slightly, “ Shouldn't the effect be so powerful? Why did nothing happen?”

“Everyone has a different reaction. So maybe the time required is also different.”

Layla says to him, “This is weird. More than half an hour passed, and still no reaction.”

Layla's eyes swept over Clara's face coldly, finding that the woman's face was a little strange. Redder. Looking at the unfinished cup of red wine in Clara's hands, she said, “Why are you drinking so much wine?”

Clara did not answer Layla's words. He felt the air here was too hot. How did this happen? They were on a cruise ship that sailed the vast ocean. The spoi-spoi wind is blowing. How can it be hot?

Clara enjoyed a full glass of wine. The way he saw Esme was getting restless.

“Why is there no reaction from that dumpster?”

“Do you use a large enough dose?” Layla asked, her voice sounding anxious and noisy.

“Of course. I poured everything.”

“Wait a minute and take a look!” Layla left after saying this because she couldn't stand the other person's gaze being given to her.

Clara stayed behind, feeling the air becoming hotter and more stifling, an unnatural red color coloring her cheeks. His eyes seemed to glitter with dew.

“Sial, why is it so hot?” Clara used her hands to fan her hot cheeks. Not only was the weather hotter, even his body temperature rose.

“Are you tired? Do you want to go back and rest?” Jason asked with concern after realizing Esme no longer touched any food after two small desserts.

“Good idea.”

Clara pulled the male one as if Clara was about to jump into the man's body. The man was frightened by his actions, struggling to fly and escape the scene as if his life was in danger.

Guests gathered around him to watch.

“Ah .. en, ah ...” Clara felt very uncomfortable from the heat and pulled her clothes.

Her evening dress was a no-strap design. With a single pull, the front of her dress fell to her waist, flaunting her inner pa yu in front of everyone.

The guests were surprised and confused. “What happened?

Did this woman drink too much and start acting recklessly?

Shopia walked forward, a disappointed glint vividly on her face as she watched Clara flaunt her battered body in public. It's his birthday party. Why is he making war here?

He retreated to the side of Clara, “Clara, there are many guests here. Don't be like this!”

“Go!” Clara's face flushed red from the heat, like being roasted over a fire slowly. When he pushed Shopia, he lost his balance.

Losing strength in her legs, suddenly Clara let out a high groan, “Aaagghh. Help me, aahhh ...!”

The eyes of the shopia are red from feeling aggrieved by situations like this. He thought about having someone send Clara back, but all the men stayed away. Only women stayed to watch.

Then, Shopia looked at Seth in front of her, looking towards Clara with a strange glare. Without caring about it, Shopia ran to him and held his hand, “Kak, Clara is drunk, you have to send her home!”

However, Seth is so cold, “Leave him if he likes his actions.”

Shopia was flabbergasted after hearing these words coming out of Seth's mouth.

“Young Master Hall .. why?” Clara cried sadly, her body lying on the deck.

Young Master Hall?

People caught his words dumbfounded! Is this Young Master Hall Jason Hall?

Esme furrowed her brows. Hearing Clara moaning in front of him, her eyes naturally turned towards Jason Hall. Jason's face felt cold and gloomy, and he looked at Clara who was humiliating herself with disdain.

“Why are you fucking that dumpster, Esme Andreas, not me? I feel very sad ...”

Layla calculated the exact time to perform and walked out of the dugout. Presented with a scene of the crowd gathering, he thought it was a medicinal reaction to Esme that came into effect.

But before he managed to cut off the people in front, Clara's screams were heard in her ears. His steps suddenly stopped, and his expression turned extremely bad.

What does it mean that Clara said that word? Does he like Jason Hall, too?

Jason Hall is an amazing man wherever he is. Seeing Clara supporting him, but actually she also thought of Jason Hall's name in her heart.

At the speed of light, the guests' eyes gathered centered on Jason Hall.

Jason hugged Esme's waist, and his eyes were sharp as swords when falling on Clara.

Esme refused. His eyes were drowning in sadness with tears glittering in his eyes. Of course, this extreme sadness was for the benefit of the people watching this.

In public, she was none other than Madam Hall. Clara called him a dumpster at an event like this so inappropriate. After all, she did not use the thick makeup that was worthy of being called a wild woman. She was only wearing ordinary clothes with simple makeup.

Crystal tears were swimming in her eyes, making the women side with her, and Clara's actions were a terrible one.

“Young Master Hall ... Young Master Hall ..” All Clara wants now is to roll over the bedsheet with Jason. His hand squeezed pa yu dara, rolling agitatedly.

“I love you so much, Young Master Hall. I love you ..”

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