The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1771

Lying in bed, Essa scrolled through her phone. Her eyebrows furrowed, she pondered for a long time. Finally, she clicked on WhatsApp and messaged him," Thank you".

There was no response. Essa tossed the phone aside. After about ten minutes, she glanced at her phone again. But still, there was no response. She frowned and grimaced with annoyance. She was too easily touched!

She thought about the kiss she had with Jazz earlier, and how she had been completely lost. Abruptly, she shook her head. Her head was in turmoil. She was out of her mind!

Closing her eyes, Essa put her phone on mute and got ready for sleep.

Charlotte had been punished by her mother in the afternoon, so she was in a bad mood and a bit clingy this evening. The little girl was lying on Jazz's shoulder and couldn't stop crying.

Although Jazz knew she was playing miserable, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for her. He carried her in his arms and gently coaxed her. Charlotte was clinging to Jazz's neck, like a wombat. She wouldn't let go of his neck. She demanded to sleep with him. She wouldn't get off of him. Jazz had no choice but to carry her to his room. She snuggled up to his chest and grabbed his shirt with her little hands.

It took Jazz a long time to put her to sleep.

Then he carried her back to her room.

Picking up his phone, he saw an unread message. He clicked on the message with his lengthy finger. "Thank you!"Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

‘She got so modest now?"

Jazz stared at the message for a moment, and his finger was on the phone screen.

He wanted to reply to her scmething. He thought for a while but couldn't figure out how to reply. He knew very well that whatever he replied, it would not be like him. It would be a little deliberate. So he gave it up.

The next morning, Essa took a day off. She didn't go to work. She went to the hospital to pay the bill. There was no suitable kidney source at the present. As soon as the hospital found a suitable kidney source, the doctor would do the transplantation for Winston

Essa hadn't felt so relaxed for a long time, as if the stone on her chest had finally been removed. She was freed from the heavy and depressing shackles. The feeling of total relaxation was wonderful

Jazz didn't see her at the office. Then he heard that Essa had taken a leave. He raised an eyebrow. He thought she must have gone to the hospital. He had nothing on his afternoon schedule, so he asked his assistant to prepare a fruit basket. He was going to drop by the hospital this afternoon.

When he walked into the hospital room, Essa was surprised. And her mother was dumbfounded as well. The mother tugged on Essa's sleeve and asked in a whisper," Who is this?"

"I had told you last night. This is my boss."

Hearing Essa’s reply, her mother stood up, took Jazz's hand, and heartly expressed her gratitude to him.

"It's no big deal, Mrs. Reese, don't worry about it. I was just stopping by." Jazz was modest, gentle, and looked elegant.

The mother’s eyes fastened on Jazz the whole time. She glanced at him from head to feet. She was pleased with him. She liked him

Jazz was handsome. He was the CEO of the company. And he had good qualities. He was such a perfect man.

"Mr. Valentine, are you doing anything this afterncon? We're having dinner at home this evening. Would you like to come to our home for dinner?” "Sure." "No--"

Jazz and Essa answered at the same time.

Essa glanced at Jazz. "Mom, Mr. Valentine is very busy this afternoon. He has a lot of contracts to sign. How can he spare any time to come to our home for dinner?"

"No, I have nothing to do this afternoon. I'm available.” Jazz smiled lightly. He denied her claim.

The corners of Essa's mouth twitched." Seriously? Is he out of his mind?"

Jazz really intended to go to their home for dinner. He stayed with them at the hospital.

When everything was done, the mother took Jazz's hand, "Shall we? Tell me your favorite food. I'm going to the supermarket later.” "Sure! It's such a great honor!”

The mother took Jazz's arm and the two walked ahead. They looked like mother and son. Essa was walking behind them, alone. The mother had bought a lot of food, but all of it was to Jazz's like.

Jazz and Essa's mother walked ahead and talked. The two hit it off well. They completely ignored Essa.

Essa felt helpless. She walked behind them, her arms crossed on her chest. She was upset. She didn't find before that Jazz had such a side, that he could please the elderly.

The two walking ahead discussed and bought a lot of groceries, two large shopping bags. Both were carried by Jazz.

Getting back home, her mother cooked in the kitchen. Essa tried to help, but her mother turned her out. "I don't need your help. Go talk to Jazz. I can handle it myself.

Essa rested her hand on her forehead and walked helplessly out of the kitchen. She looked at Jazz, "Are you really going to stay for dinner?" "Are you sure you treat me like this?

Should I tell Mrs. Reese?" said Jazz with a deliberately raised eyebrow. He turned and shouted into the kitchen, "Mrs. Reese--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Essa had stegped forward and covered hisshouth. She whispered. glgelilely clenched teeth, "You win. > - "Are yowscared?” Jazz smiled > triumphantly. His warm breath” sprayed her fair palm. I was seorching like it was going-to turn her on.

Like having an electric shock, Essa’s body shivered. She clenched her palm tight and immediately turned away from him.

"You're lucky to have moved your hand away so quickly. If you'd moved slower, I would have kissed it." Jazz was playing loose. Essa hissed, "Shame on you!"

He didn't care what she said to him. He had a smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Why are you staying here? You're the CEO of Valentine Group. How could you not afford a dinner elsewhere?”

"What if... I came for you? Do you believe it?"

Essa couldn'thelp but get tensed up all over, and trer heart thumped violently. “What do you mean by & that?" " Do you need me to make i it clearer? You don't look that stupid, do yu?" Jazz's words were > meaningful, implying something.

Essa narrowed her eyes and stared at Jazz. They stood there eye to eye. But soon, Jazz averted his eyes, not looking at her anymore. Jazz did not feel embarrassed. His eyes were as sharp as usual as if they could see through everything.

Just then, Essa's mother came to the dining room with the finished dishes, which broke the tense atmosphere between the two. Essa took the opportunity to go to the kitchen to serve the food...

Jazz and Essa's mother chatted. They were getting along quite well. His eyes occasionally caught a glimpse of the slender figure shuttling between the dining room and the kitchen.

Eventually, -all the food was brought to the table. Essa didn't come out tof the kitchen until everything was™ prepared. She sat in her chair, hung her Head down, and ate her food. She never looked away. Content bélongs to =

At the table, only the mother and Jazz were chatting. They talked and laughed like old acquaintances. Essa stayed silent. She didn't say a word unless it was necessary. She tried to make herself invisible at the table.

The other two chatted on. They paid no attention to her.