My Evil Husband
Life Up to a Hundred Years

As Esme recalls the memories of the original body's owner, many thoughts come to her. “I can choose food for you too. You don't have to open your mouth just to eat in my hand. Aren't you always bothered by hygiene? You even refused to use the chopsticks I held.”

Jason smiled faintly. “You remember all that?”

Esme twisting on towards him, “You kidding?”

Fortunately there were memories of the original body owner, otherwise, in this strange and new environment, he would not be able to live his daily life so quietly and smoothly.

Jason scolded. Her skin started to agatal patio. He looked at the car keys on the table and stepped closer.

Seeing Jason pick up the car keys, Esme asked, “You're going to go?”

“My allergy is getting worse and should get treatment.” Jason pulled Esme's hand and said, “You accompanied me.”

From the office building to the hospital, about ten minutes by car. Not too far away, but Jason's skin had already begun to itch, so it was uncomfortable for him to drive. After all, he can't drive and scratch at the same time, can he?

“You're driving.” Jason said as he opened the back door and prepared to go up.

Esme noticed Jason's neck which started to show a red rash. He had just eaten and his allergies had reacted immediately?

“Where is Noe? Ask Noe to drive or one of your employees.” Esme refused to drive.

Jason's eyebrows show dissatisfaction. “Why can't you drive?”

“Car accident last time left me with strong post-traumatic disorder.” He remembers saying this to Jason.

Jason's expression deepened, whether it was a disappointment or a complex emotion. Is it really a psychological shadow, or is it something else?

“Get taxi.” Jason didn't force him.

…..

Esme sat quietly by Jason's bedside, waiting for the drip to finish. She teases slowly, “Aware you're allergic to seafood, but still peeling shrimp for me. Don't you just want to suffer?”

Due to a very severe allergic reaction, Jason's face was filled with red spots. The speck filled his neck up to his arm. From the memory of the original body owner, it seems Jason's allergy can be triggered just by tasting seafood alone.

Jason actually ate three shrimp, and it made him look up to this. This is not the way to ‘show’ public affection in front of employees.

Look, a cool and handsome man is now filled with red spots. Seeing him in this condition, Esme actually had the urge to calm him down.

Jason looked at him, “You know I'm allergic, but you still gave me shrimp?”

Esme felt cornered and covered, “I didn't think about it back then. Looking at Layla's jealous face, I just wanted to stimulate her.”

“So, I was just the object of stimulation between you and Layla?”

To make Layla jealous, Esme forgets her allergies. No longer the center of the universe, Jason's mood deteriorates.

Esme watched his expression. What could he do? Only when they were ‘loving’, Layla would lose herself out of jealousy.

Jason stared back, through his eyes. Realizing there was no extra concern about him being allergic, Jason frowned. Esme didn't act like she didn't care, but she was indeed completely unconcerned or anxious like her old self.

These past few months, he had been observing Esme. The woman's gaze became indifferent.

“Esme, if I die someday, what will you do?” Jason suddenly asked. The moment the question came out of his mouth, Esme's heart grew worried.

Esme was stunned to hear that. Why would he suddenly ask such a question to her?

“From what I see, you are in top condition, will not die too easily.” Esme answered.

“Health does not represent longevity. What if an accident occurs?”

“God helps decent people. You will live to a hundred years.” Then Esme said firmly, “Jason Hall, why don't you stop this conversation? You just took the infusion. Why talk about death, death and death?”

Jason suddenly smiled at him, “You dare to give me an immediate answer. Is it because you don't dare to face it if there is such a day?”

This question shocked Esme to the point, as if a hand was squeezing her heart.

Esme returned to Jason's face, the same face as Dong Fang Xuan's. He wants to ask, ‘Then what about you? If one day I die, what will you do? Will you be sad or heartbroken? Or just feel relieved as if freed from me?”

“Everything is in God's hands.” A faint sadness passed through Esme's eyes. “If that happens, we just need to face it bravely.”

Catching the trail of grief past Esme's eyes, Jason's eyes darkened and his heart stiffened uncomfortably.

“Ital ...” He frowned, shifted his back to the left and right slightly, trying to relieve the itching he felt on his back.

Seeing this condition, Esme struggled hard not to laugh out loud.

Jason glared at him in great dissatisfaction, “What are you doing? Come and rub my back.”

“Do you have no hands?”

“It has infusion.”

“Your other hand is free.”

“I can't reach it! My whole back is killing me!” Jason shifted again away from Esme. It was obvious, he wanted Esme to rub it.

Esme looked at her broad and burly back, then smiled slightly. “Nurse says that you have to hold no matter how it is, you must not scratch. The more you scratch it, the bacteria will enter through the skin. It will be bad again for the skin if it happens.”

“Why do you have to talk so much nonsense? Who told you to beautify my skin with all these spots? Rub gently!” At a time like this, Jason's tone was still domineering.

“You've already got the infusion. Didn't that reduce it?” Esme insisted not to.

“Esme Andreas, one more word that makes no sense from you ...” He'll strangle her to death!

Although he was actually unaffected by the threat, but Esme had ripples of guilt in her heart. In the end, he stayed close and asked, “Where is the itch?”

“It itches everywhere.”

Esme pulls up her shirt, seeing Jason's entire back filled with red spots. Because his allergies were so serious, Esme did not dare to use much energy. Instead, he rubbed in a slow downward motion.

Esme's palm was slightly cold as it touched her skin, in sharp contrast to her burning skin that Jason stiffened to the touch. However as the cold temperature cooled his back, he slowly felt relaxed.

Esme's hands traveled from back to waist, and Jason's waist was extremely sensitive. As the small hand touched his waist, Jason's body trembled. Cold hands and light touch instantly lit the fire at the bottom of his navel. His eyes narrowed to form a thin line.

“Lower.” Jason's voice sounded.

Esme glanced lower, and it was her pan tat.

“Your waistline limit, can't be lower.”

Suddenly the man moved and returned to his back. “Let go of my belt.”

“What? You want me to let go?”

“En!”

“No!” What's the difference between taking off his belt and taking off his pants?

“If you don't want to do it, I'll do it myself.” Jason's gaze is glued to Esme's face as she with one hand takes off her belt.

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