My Evil Husband
Showing Off Romance

“I just want a lot of people to know, that I, Esme Andreas, am not a proud and uncivilized woman. Also, to tell them that you don't hate me.”

Jason's smile widened. His palms were raised to rub his wife's head. “Knowing how to get the best profit for yourself, you become smarter.”

Jason liked the last part of Esme's sentence, that she never really hated him. He felt in the best mood.

Jason who appeared in the company's cafeteria was similar to a fairy who descended to earth, and they were equally attractive. It also causes canteen employees to feel confused and confused.

If they had known in advance that the President was going down to eat, they would have added more canteen menus. Hall Industry was quite luxurious by normal standards. There are many types of dishes for them to choose from, even various fruit-cut portions.

Walking into the Hall Industry cafeteria is like walking into the hotel buffet area.

Some of the top management looked at Jason Hall, and everyone greeted him with respect. From their glasses, it is seen that the President seems to be in a good heart. There was even a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

Then everyone stared at a woman who was walking by Jason's side. They all had the same thought, that this woman was so beautiful!

Is the smile hanging on the President's face because of the beautiful woman beside him?

Jason took a bowl of rib soup and sliced fruit only. Esme chose pasta, shrimp and beef eggs. Looking at the cow-eye egg on Esme's plate, Jason's two eyebrows rose to his forehead. “You used to hate cow's eye eggs.”

Esme was silent for a moment. Jason knows what the real body owner likes and what he hates?

Then she smiled, “I also don't know why I suddenly liked her.” She did not like this dish either, but she did not hate it either.

“I'll help you peel shrimp.” Jason put down his spoon and his hand moved into Esme's tray.

Esme was confused. Jason's long fingers look skillfully peeling shrimp skin, as if he often does this kind of work.

“I can do it myself.” Esme says. There were a lot of people watching them in the cafeteria.

Jason smiled looking at him, “Eat it. A woman peeling shrimp does not look good.”

Esme looked around. There were some female employees who had shrimp on their hands. He said, “Didn't they do it too?”

“They have no men to do that for them.”

At this time, more and more employees came to the cafeteria for lunch. Watching Jason personally peel the shrimp for Esme, the look on their faces seemed as if they had just found a treasure.

Some even thought if they entered the wrong canteen. Are they being played with by their eyes?

For many years they worked for Hall Industry, and for many years they had never seen the President in the cafeteria.

Shouldn't the President be eating fancy at a star-rated hotel?

Some people who had not known Esme and had not heard her name were envious. Who is the woman sitting across from the President? Very awesome! That guy could get the President to peel the shrimp for him.

Layla and the design department staff also came to the cafeteria. As soon as they enter, they see Jason and Esme. Jason had just finished peeling the shrimp, putting it on Esme's plate. Seeing this scene, Layla's legs stopped involuntarily and her heart trembled violently.

Jason actually peeled the shrimp skin in public? The man who always had high authority, noble and proud to face the employees, now the man only looks like a man in love, revolving around Esme.

“What is our President? What did I just see?”

“I must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, which is why I saw this rare sight for hundreds of years.”

The girls behind Layla were talking about the couple with envy and jealousy, making Layla's mood even worse.

Esme raises her head, and happens to catch Layla's face. Seeing Layla standing there, looking at her with a gaze that wanted to swallow her whole body, Esme's eyebrows shot up.

Her husband peeled the shrimp for her, what made Layla angry?

Esme raised her chin slightly to Layla with a satisfied look.

A whore! Layla curses this word in her heart continuously.

Instead of getting angry, Esme smiled sweetly and moved the chopsticks clamping the shrimp towards Jason.

Seeing this, Layla desperately wished she could jump up and tear Esme's face deliberately revealing it.

Jason's shrimps peeling motion paused for a while, he stared blankly at Esme's chopsticks being pushed at him.

“You don't like eating meat, do you?” ask Esme.

“I prefer dishes with light flavor.”

Hasn't Esme loved her since she was thirteen? What he likes and what he doesn't like, Esme should know more like looking at her own palm. Although his body was very healthy, but he had a weak point.

Jason was allergic to seafood, but he kept his mouth open to eat from Esme's hands.

Their lunch took half an hour to pass with envious gazes from everyone.

After leaving the cafeteria, Jason took Esme into his room and locked the room from the inside. He rushed to drink water.

Looking at his actions, Esme asked confusedly, “Are you very thirsty?”

Didn't he already have a serving of soup before? And all of the menus he had chosen were light menus, so how was he so thirsty after eating?

Jason slowly finished a glass of water before he turned towards Esme by squinting, “I eat three big shrimp now.”

“The food is not bad.” It wasn't salty or spicy, and it shouldn't make Jason that sweet.

For some reason, there was a heavy feeling in Jason's chest. “Esme, I'm allergic to seafood.” Including shrimp.

Esme. His brain hastily rummaged through the memories of the original owner of the body, and .. indeed, there was something like this.

His stupefied look could not be separated from Jason's sharp eyes. The man nodded. In the past, Esme knew she was allergic, because she was her most precious treasure. Because she is allergic, Esme never eats seafood or even chicken eggs.

Today, on the plate Esme took, there were cow's eye eggs and shrimp. Esme did not even remember if she was allergic and now stared at her blankly.

Jason watched him quietly.

In a slightly accusing tone Esme said, “Why do you keep your mouth open if you're allergic? You can refuse.”

Jason's eyebrows curled up together then his expression warmed up again, “You feed me, of course I have to eat what's in your hands.”

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