The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1762

Jazz fixed his eyes on her and asked, "Let me give you a ride."

"No, it's fine. I can go back by myself. It's convenient.”

"You're so polite. I do remember that you used to call me a scoundrel.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Essa showed a bright smile and said, "l didn't know anything before. How could I still think you're a scoundrel now?"

"Am I misremembering? How come I always remember you calling me a scoundrel?"Jazz said deliberately and squinted his eyes. This man was really good at harboring resentment. But for the sake of Jazz giving

her a job, Essa would put up with it.

Essa showed a brighter smile and said, " That's definitely your misremembering! A lot of scoundrels are sneaky and mean

You look so handsome and dashing. How can you be a scoundrel?"

Essa smiled and said nice words to make Jazz happy. Especially when Jazz saw her ingratiating look, it made him more pleasant. Jazz said, "Give me an example. Who's the image of me in your mind now?"

"Leonardo DiCaprio!" Essa answered quickly without the slightest hesitation.

"Get in the car." Jazz leaned forward and opened the car door.

After Essa got in the car, Jazz turned on the car's navigation system and let her enter her home address into it.

It was the first time they got along so well without arguing.

Suddenly, a grumbling sound came out. Essa frowned and touched her stomach quietly.

Jazz didn't ignore this sound. He looked over at the source of the sound and his eyes fell on Essa's stomach.

Unlike other women, Essa didn't feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Instead, she said frankly with bright eyes, "l didn't eat anything at noon.”

"Do you want to eat something before you go back?" Jazz asked.

"Okay." Essa nodded her head. Since she hadn't caten anything at noon, she was ROW very hungry. Besides, her mottér was taking care of oo Winsterr in the hospital, so even if she went home, there was nofood athome. She might as welljust eat atthe Content belongs tg;

restaurant.

Jazz looked across the two streets and asked, "What do you want to eat? What about steak or foie gras?"

The steak and the foie gras were delicious, but Essa didn't like them.

"I don't like to eat these things," Essa said.

"Then what do you want to eat? Or have you decided what you want to eat?" Jazz glanced at Essa and felt that she already had an idea in her mind Essa nodded her head and said, "Yes, I got an idea. It's better for me to treat today. You just need to follow me."

The car moved along and eventually drove to a slightly old residential area

The houses were old and the security was not very good. There were few pedestrians on the road.

It was Jazz's first time coming to this kind of place. He couldn't help but frown.

Essa was very familiar with this place. She turned the corner and walked into a long and narrow alley. Even if there was light, it was still dark Jazz said nothing with a frown and followed Essa into the room. Sitting by the window, Essa ordered a taco and a bowl of tomato soup.

Jazz didn't order, because he was not familiar with this kind of small restaurant. Noticing Jazz's reaction, Essa ordered him the same food as hers.

The food iAthis restaurant was very. delicious; but Essa would only core here during the day when she head time-She would never come. here at night because it was not very safe.

She came here tonight because Jazz had a car and she happened to want to eat the tacos.

Jazz had never eaten a taco before. He took it in his hand and looked back and forth repeatedly.

"What? Don't you want to eat? Then. you'd better give ittome. I am very hungry ¢ One taco is not enoughrfor e (Essa reached out her fair hand o are " ig