My Evil Husband
Will Not Be able to Survive

The corner of Jason's mouth curved upwards with a mischievous smile, exuding a seductive appeal and Esme stared at him blankly.

Damnit damnit! Even the way he opened his belt looked cool and handsome.

After removing his belt, Jason quickly pulled the front of his shirt, instantly showing off a beautifully carved field chest in front of Esme.

“You tried to act shameless?” A small frown appeared on Esme's brows.

“I want you to pay attention to my body.”

Esme stared silently at the chest swallowed jangJason. His well-defined muscles, lined up so as to make the man's body collapse resemble bronze. His chest was wide and his back was narrow.

Perhaps due to the tightness of his muscles, there were no red patches on his chest. Just a little redness, much better than his back.

Esme rolled her eyeballs in annoyance, “Don't tell me that you can't reach your front.”

“But what happened to me because of you. So now I want you to rub all over my body.”

“Rub yourself!” Esme refused.

Jason suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled.

“Aahh ..” Caught off guard, Esme falls first into Jason's chest. He was shocked, his eyes glaring sharply at Jason. “Jason Hall, what are you doing!”

Jason used an arm that had an infusion to suppress him, not letting him get up. His obsidian dark eyes stared straight at Esme. “Esme Andreas ..”

“You―” Esme's gaze collided with hers. Surprisingly, looking into Jason's eyes, he was like he was drowning and he himself enjoyed it.

“Esme, look into my eyes and tell me, are you keeping secrets from me?”

“No! I don't keep any secrets from you.”

“If there is no, then don't reject me.”

“What do you mean?”

Jason perfected it, shame appeared clearly in his eyes, “I ... suddenly do not want to divorce you.”

Esme's heart suddenly trembled at these words, but she stared intently at Jason. A cold ray crossed his eyes, “What if I go back to the arrogant and wayward Esme Andreas like in the past? Do you still have that thought?”

Listen this! A stabbing pain came from Jason's chest, especially seeing his cold sneer. It was very sharp in his eyes. Just when he wanted to say ‘ya’, from the direction of the door came the voice of a slightly upset woman.

“What are you two doing? The infusion is over, so why not press the bell? Even if you want to make out, look at the time and place. His blood will flow through the infusion.”

Hearing that voice, Esme hid in Jason's chest.

Jason looked at the infusion bag, not knowing when it was empty. The empty infusion, coupled with the power he used to draw Esme in, made her blood flow from the hose to the infusion bag.

The nurse walked in. Looking at Jason's shirt being pulled up, revealing his sturdy chest, with a belt that didn't roll, he thought they were trying to do something in the hospital. So, when switching to a new infusion, he grumbled, “Is it already in this condition and can't resist? Look at the place, even if you want to do it.”

Esme was so embarrassed, her cheeks were flushed. When she wanted to explain to the nurse, Jason saw her, shut her mouth. Esme retorted with a sharp look as if those eyes said, ‘This is all your fault!’

Jason's lips curled upwards.

Seeing Jason smile at Esme, the nurse triggered, “The skin allergic patient cannot have sexual intercourse. It might easily cause shock!”

Upon their arrival at home, Esme immediately went to look for Emilia who was currently in the kitchen. He sat quietly at the bar table, and said, “Emilia, are you interested in working at the company?”

Emilia who was preparing dinner turned to look at him. She doesn't know when Esme is behind her back, but she is interested in the woman's question, “Ya .. I actually like to see the woman behind the uniform. It's just that I don't have the ability to be among them.

“Then, I need you.”

“What can I help you with, Miss?”

“From today onwards, you are my Assistant.”

Emilia stunned, “Asistant? No, is your position very high?”

“Not too high, but I need you.”

There were no friends by her side, and Emilia was a person she could trust. Hall Industry plans to launch six new designs for women's fashion, each designer responsible for handing over their designs to Jason Hall for approval.

Only by obtaining Jason's approval would the work gain the company's support. Esme was looking forward to this to show herself.

Layla walks into Esme's office as Emilia arranges the new cloth sent by Secretary Zhang. While Esme is in front of the computer, find out what is ‘mode’.

He dislikes the style of the original body owner, is stupid and unwilling to learn. He only knows how to be by Jason's side every day. All of his clothes made no sense. He himself, came from the Imperial Dynasty. So she has no idea at all what kind of clothing is considered ‘mode’.

Layla moved to stand behind Esme. When she saw Esme screen at a glance, she could not help but mock, “Esme, you don't even know what is going to be fashion, but you've dared to dream of being a designer?”

Esme raised her head, “Sister, you are so rude. Can't you knock on the door before you get into my office?”

“We are both Team Leaders, so why are you acting so high and so strong?”

Layla sneered and added, “If you have the ability, then design something that exceeds my work. Only then, I will show you respect.”

“You know how to imitate, I also know how to imitate.” Esme showed a proud and arrogant face.

“Imitate?”

“Just designing, right? Whatever style is trending, you just need to copy it, make small changes, that's all, right? I'm the President's wife. As long as it's my design, the President will use it.”

Esme's arrogant attitude reminds Layla of Esme before the car accident. Layla narrowed her eyes as she observed Esme. Seeing her eating peanuts as she stared at the monitor, it was as if Esme did not care what others thought of her.

Layla grunts. Clara says that she is the fake Esme Andreas, but in reality, deep in Esme's bones, nothing has changed about her. No doubt, he is the real Esme Andreas!

“Then, do you know women's pupular fashion trends this year?” Layla asked.

“Championship design in competition mode.”

“You want to emulate that style?” Layla wanted to laugh out loud hearing that. He himself was a top-class designer, and even he had trouble imitating that design. Esme is really exaggerating herself!

Someone who can't even sketch would like to emulate a very elaborate dress design?

“I design, not imitate.”

“Esme, without ability, even with Director Hall behind you, you still won't last long in this company.” He didn't even need to think of a way to throw Esme off here.

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