The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1760

"Charlotte likes you a lot, I rarely see her like someone so much.” Summer spoke up from the side, "Breakfast is ready. I've prepared breakfast for you too. Let's eat together.”

There had been many conflicts between Jazz and her, and even that kind of conflict had happened, so how could she stay here for breakfast again?

She wanted to leave, but Charlotte refused, and so did Summer, who was pulling her arms and forcing her to sit at the table, adding, "If you don't eat today, then you can't leave."

They were so warm-hearted, and the breakfast was already laid out in front of her, so it was hard to resist. Essa had no choice but to sit down

The maid called three or four times before Jazz came down from upstairs belatedly. He wore a simple white shirt. The buttons on the shirt were unfastened, exposing a large part of his smooth tanned chest.

Summer could not stand it a bit, but she was used to it, as he always had this habit. No matter what you said, he was always like this and did not listen to it.

The seat Summer sat down at happened to be opposite where Jazz and Essa were sitting.

Essa lowered her head and concentrated on drinking her porridge; she looked as if she was about to bury her whole head in it. Rarely, Jazz did not say a word and focused on eating his breakfast.

Summer's eyes kept slowly wandering between the two; she intuited that the relationship between the two was somewhat unusual...

Jazz's eyes occasionally swept past Essa, and then the scene from last night would come into his mind. Jazz raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes slightly, and continued to drink his porridge.

Thinking about what happened last night, Essa's mind went blank, and she couldn't recall anything.

It was not easy to finish the breakfast. Essa finally breathed a slow sigh of relief now that the torture was over, and she could be relieved. Jazz was packing up, planning to go to the office.

Summer spoke up, "Jazz, Essa is leaving.

You are going in the same direction. Give her a ride."

"Do not bother, please. I'll just leave by myself." She quickly declined

"It won't be troublesome; he can swing by to drop you off. Besides, it's not easy to take a taxi here, so just take Jazz's car.”

When the fivo were talking, Jazz had already walked over with his long legs, with the car key hanging on his fingers and shaking. His eyegwere fixed on Essa,” Would you like to go?" Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Essa didn't speak, but Summer did. She put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her forward, "Hurry up, you are not a stranger to him." Summer intended to promote the relationship between the two. She thought that Essa had a good personality. More

importantly, she was the first woman who interacted with Jazz for so long.

But these were not the point. The most important point was that Jazz did not hate her.

Having no choice, Essa still got into Jazz's car.

Cn the way, the car drove forward smoothly. Both Jazz and Essa did not say anything. They fell silent

After a long-time, Essa broke the silence,” Was it you who took mezto your house last night? I remember I was pretty drunk. May I ask if have dong anything I should not have dere?" . -

After hearing this topic, Jazz raised his eyebrows slightly. His thin lips pursed, and his handsome face seemed slightly red "No." He said, his eyes twinkling.

Finally relieved, Essa looked at him,” Thank you for last night!"

"No need. Jazz tuned his turn +. signal tothe left and sped up. For the first time, he felt that the conversation between them: seemed sa polite. io

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Essa also felt that they were being too polite. She said, "Just leave me at the nearest underground entrance, and I need to go to the hospital.” He replied indifferently. As if remembering something, Jazz handed her a piece of paper, "If you are interested, you can take a look.”

Being curious, Essa saw the word" recruitment” at a glance and was immediately interested, so she continued to read.