The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1763

Jazz's eyes twinkled. He stared at Essa’s palm. Suddenly, he felt his throat get a little dry. "How come you eat so much? A girl should watch her manners."

"I'm so hungry. How can I watch my manners? Besides, manners are for elegant ladies, while I'm not one of them. I'm just going to get my stomach full, so I can work. Are you going to eat or not?"

Jazz didn't say a word. He opened his lips and tasted it and found it delicious. The flavor was fresh Seeing Jazz start to eat, Essa smiled,” How's it? It's not bad, is it? Try the tomato soup.”

Essa didn't care one bit about her manners. She ate whatever she wanted, but she was eating slowly. She was blowing the steam from her bow! carefully.

From the bowl, the misty steam rose. Seen through the haze of the steam, her face locked indescribably beautiful. During the meal, Essa concentrated on tasting the food, while Jazz was distracted. His eyes glanced at her from time to time

After the meal, Essa scrambled to pay the bill. Then they got out of the restaurant. Not long after they left the restaurant, they encountered a group of gangsters. One man had a toothpick hung in his mouth. He didn't look like a nice guy.

"Wow, it's so late! You guys are still having romance here, huh?" The man walking in the front smiled playfully. "Take out your money. Don't make us doit."

Essa frowned, "I don't have any money!" "Oh, a pretty woman has no money. That's forgivable. Fortunately, you have a pretty face. You make me hot. I'll let you go after you suck my d*ck!"

"Yuck! Shame on you!" Essa sneered with a disdainful look on her face, which totally pissed off the man. He beckoned, and the guys behind him walked forward, smiling lewdly while rubbing their palms. Their smiles were disgusting.

Just as Jazz was about to step forward and confront them, he suddenly felt a warmth clung to his hand and he was yanked back. He locked at the hand and found Essa standing in front of him, trying to protect him.

He froze for a few seconds. Then he came back to his senses. He stood behind her with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth. "This woman is literally protecting me?"

Seeing this scene, the laughter of the gangsters grew louder. ‘Locks like this guy is trash. He's a coward, relying on a woman and cowering behind her!’

The gangsters surrounded the two and then they lunged at them.

Essa's eyes grew fierce. She narrowed her eyes and then glanced back at Jazz. "Stay behind me!" "OK." Jazz responded obediently, "No problem.”

The gangsters burst out laughing. They glanced at each other, and then they made their moves. Essa graduated from the police academy.

She had professional fighting training. And she knew well about the human body. In terms of strength, she was certainly no match for the men, but in terms of skill, they were no match for her.

In the calf or the most vulnerable part between the men’s thighs, she gave them hard kicks.

She turned sideways, raised her leg, and then kicked down hard. Her movements were agile and accurate, without a bit of miss. She was tough and ruthless.

Jazz had been standing behind her all the time and she requested him to grab her shirt and stay behind her.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The gangsters were really no match for her. In no second, they were all kicked down to the ground.

Essa clapped her hands and looked down at the men cowering on the ground. Then she took out her cell phone and called the police. After the police took all the men away, Essa got into Jazz's car. She asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"

This was the first time Jazz was protected by a woman. He curled up the corners of his lips and replied, "No. You're terrific.”

"I was trained at the police academy, though I am not a police anymore.” She sounded upset, with blunt frustration in her tone.

"Why did you go to the police academy?" Jazz was curious.

"My brother was born with dementia. He was bullieda lot when we were kids. I was girl and I couldn't N protect him, but I felt it was my duty to protect him. My parents gave birth tome to accompany him'and protect him, so I went to the\police academy." Then Essa stretched lazily," How do you think fhy fighting?"

Jazz shrugged his shoulders, "You are terrific indeed!" Essa smiled, "Have you thought of giving me a raise?"

Jazz raised an eyebrow. Before he could say anything, she patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Don't be nervous. I'm just kidding.

After spending a few days together, Jazz found another side of her that he hadn't seen before, naughty and adorable.

After the dinner, Jazz drove Essa home. In-front of the apartment building, Fssa waved goodbye to’ him. He stayed in the car and gazed at her back for a while. Thenhe started the car and left... Content bélongs to =

When Jazz returned home, Charlotte hadn't gone to bed. Summer punished the girl by letting her practice her handwriting.

Charlotte got punished quite often, which was common enough for her, but she just wouldn't learn

As she wrote, the girl chanted, "Daddy doesn't love me. Mommy doesn't love me. I'm a poor unloved child...”

Jazz was speechless at the little girl. He glanced at her and handed her two more sheets of paper. "Good girl. You're getting better every day." Jazz took a shower, casually wrapped up in a robe, and lay down on the bed. Somehow the scene of Essa protecting him came back to his mind. It was a wonderful feeling, a man being protected by a woman. It was strange though. Jazz narrowed his eyes. He felt good...

The next morning, at breakfast, Summer sensed that Jazz was in a good mood. His lips were slightly curled up with a smile. And he was kind of entranced

Summer raised her eyebrows and tapped his plate with her fork. It made a crisp sound. "Jazz, your spoon is about to reach your nose." Immediately, Jazz got out of his trance. He asked, "What?"

Summer laughed and shook her head, "Tell me what you were thinking about. Why are you all smiles?”

Charlotte was drinking her soup. The little girl nibbled on her spoon, "Mommy, it wasn't a smile. It was a daydream.”

Summer frowned at her, "Don't interject in our grown-ups’ conversation! Eat your breakfast and then write three more pages!”

No!" Charlotte flung her spoon on the plate Her little pink face was’ filled with anger. "Didn't you ask me to pragtice my handwriting? The ettets I wrote yesterday were daydreams. Didn't I use them right?