My Evil Husband
Not Qualifying As an Enemy

When Emilia walked into her room, Esme had just come out of the bathroom wearing a simple nightgown. She had just washed her hair, and was still wet when she came out of the bathroom. Shimmering drops of water hang at the ends of the hair, falling down.

“Nona, Mr and Mrs and Second Miss are all below. Master asks you to come down for a while.” Emilia said while watching Esme.

Glancing out the window, Esme said, “It's been very night. What did they come here for?”

“It seems like this is not something nice to see from the air around them.” Emilia grumbling.

Esme took a towel, dried her hair as she walked downstairs.

When he was about to reach the bottom step, he could feel the angry gazes that Roy and Anita had directed at him.

Jason sat lazily on the sofa, but there was an aura of dislike coming out from his body filling the spacious living room. His eyes narrowed sharply and coldly. Both Roy and Anita, can feel it clearly.

Anita thought Jason was upset that Esme drugged Clara, she thought that was why Jason revealed his cold expression so widely. He desperately hopes Jason can divorce Esme on the spot. It was even better if he gave her a resplendent slap at the same time.

Esme gives an inexplicable impression on Clara with the appearance of having just taken a shower. The hair is slightly wet and a little messy with water droplets. His skin that was caressed by the hot shower looked more supple and soft. Even more under the light, it was as if water could come out of it.

Strong jealousy flashed in Clara's eyes. Even the way he saw Esme became sharper and more hostile than Roy and Anita.

Other than Jason, the three people in the living room looked over. Esme frowned, yet she wanted to laugh at the same time. They came late at night only to see it with such eyes? It was as if he was an enemy who had killed their great-grandfather or something.

Jason slowly turned his attention towards her. And when he realized his hair was still wet, his expression sank deeper. Coincidentally, Esme looked towards him and their eyes met halfway.

“Esme Andreas, you're a whore!”

With the last three stairs left before Esme entered the living room, Anita got up angrily. Cussing, and pointing at Esme's face.

Anita thought Esme would get angry when she called out to her like that and would come to hit her with anger. That way, he can tell if Esme is indeed out of control, attacking her and he can ask Jason to punish her.

Unfortunately, Esme stopped right at the stairs, staring coldly at Anita.

What the hell's going on?

Wasn't Esme arrogant, reckless and couldn't stand someone scolding her? And he likes to fight, doesn't he? He had jumped forward, calling her a prostitute while pointing at her, so why was his reaction so cold?

“Not enough with your reputation that bad? Why are you using such despicable means to ruin Clara's future?”

Unwilling to give up, Anita continues to use her index finger, pointing at Esme's face, using harsh words and violence to flow without a stopper.

“You're just a whore like your mother! You two like to use despicable means to steal someone else's husband! You're worse than your mother. Not only did you steal someone else's husband, you even destroyed everyone else's innocence! Esme, no matter how unlucky you are, there must be a limit. Clara is your sister!”

Jason listened quietly, but his gaze turned thin and made the atmosphere even more gripping.

Esme sneered with disdain. “Please tell me, whose husband did I steal?”

“Layla!”

“Oh ...” Esme's lips curled with a smile making a cold sneer. However, she remained beautiful, making waves of envy in Clara's heart.

Jason's body leaned lazily towards the sofa, while the dazzling phoenix eyes only captured an image of Esme. Anger and jealousy broke out within her, but at the same time, this feeling made her feel like crying.

“Mrs Andreas, who's Layla's husband?” Esme asked curiously.

“Dia ..” Anita turned around and pointed at Jason with her eyes. It was then that he realized Jason was staring at him coldly and sharply.

What a scary eye! Anita almost jumped out of her skin. The rest of his words were stuck in his throat. Although the word was not spoken clearly, but his actions had already shown.

What she wants to say is Jason Layla's husband.

When Anita pointed at Jason, Esme went down the stairs, passing Anita with a curvy smile and containing sarcasm.

“Who?” Esme asked him again, sitting next to Jason, asking a question she already knew the answer to.

“Esme, why did you destroy Clara?”

Frightened by Jason's views, Anita escapes and returns to the main problem. After all, her main goal today was to find out why Esme did that to her son.

Esme's eyes slowly shifted their focus on Clara, “I drugged you?”

Looking at Esme's eyes, Clara's heart stiffened for a moment in fear. He carefully looked at Jason's expression before stating weakly, “If not who are you anymore?”

“Hehehe ..” Esme let out a disdainful laugh.

Roy is stunned by Esme's sarcastic buzz. She raised Esme as a princess, but she had never seen the cold, distant and calm Esme. There was a noble aura around Esme, as if this person in front of her was not her child.

“What are you laughing at, bitch? You ruined my daughter's innocence!” Once again Anita snapped at him. Eager to send a slap for Esme, but when she looked at Jason, the man's gaze froze her on the spot.

Shouldn't Jason be by her side? Why did he look so threatening when scolding Esme?

Anita felt very sad, like a crying wolf, she lamented her heart, “God is unfair! My daughter is so good, crushed by a whore like her! God has no eyes ..!”

“Esme, how big is your grudge on Clara?” Roy's eyes pierced Esme sharply, not like a father looking at his son.

Esme smiles brightly, “I have no grudges or hatred to anyone.” At the moment of saying this, his eyes were fixed on Anita and Clara. “You all are ineligible to be considered my enemies.”

Roy obviously lost his face, but he put on a body, showing his ferocity to Esme. “Because we are not qualified to be your enemy, why did you druggle Clara? Luckily, he fainted and was saved. What if he meets a despicable man? Then his whole life will be ruined by you. Do you understand that?”

“I didn't give anyone medicine. I also don't care about that despicable method.”

“Clara became like that and was stripped after drinking the drink you gave her. How could you not admit it?” Roy's eyes glowed red.

“Really?” Esme showed a gentle smile, then turned back to Clara. “Did I give you a drink and tell you to drink it?”

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