The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1813

The neck was Essa's most sensitive spot. She felt itchy if someone touched her there, let alone that Jazz clung tight to there for so long. She could barely stand it. Her body was squirming timidly.

"Don't seduce me!"

Essa was angry, "I'm not seducing you! Just sleep! But can you not cling to me so tight?"

"Why? Are you turned on by me?"

Essa was lying with her back to him, her cheeks blushed, and she hissed, "Who is turned on?"

■What the hell! The man is like a sex machine!'

"Since you are so sure of it, let me check you out."

Essa wanted to kill herself, but before she did, she wanted to kill him first!

"Are you lying, babe?" Jazz deliberately drawled.

"Get away from me! If you don't want to sleep in the guest room, go sleep on the couch! I cannot sleep with you clinging to me so tight!" But Jazz ignored her demand.

Essa's whole face had turned red, so red as if it was about to bleed. "Jazz!"

"You can be louder. I'm fine with it anyway. You can moan as loud as you want to."

The walls weren't very soundproof. If Essa shouted any louder, her mother could hear her clearly.

Essa could do nothing with the man. She didn't dare to make a sound. She had to grit her teeth tight and suppress the urge to shout at him!

Jazz showed a naughty smile. He leaped on top of her, her arms braced on either side of her body. In no second, he had his clothes off. "Hey! Stop it, Jazz!"

The man had already turned into a wolf. How could he listen to what she was saying at the moment? His eyes were burning with desire. "You've had enough and now you're turning your back on me? You're such an ungrateful woman!”

Essa really wanted to lash out at him," Damn! Did I ask for it? You forced me to! And who told you I had enough?"

"Not enough? You're not satisfied with my labor? It's okay. I'll try my best to satisfy you!"

Essa,

She didn't expect Jazz to act immediately after what he had just said. In a second, he stripped her clean.

Early the next morning, they did it again, but it wasn't as fierce as the previous times. When Essa got up, she walked a little oddly.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Winston asked curiously, "Essa, what's wrong with your leg? Does it hurt? Why do you walk like a duck?"

At first, no one paid attention to her legs. After Winston asked the question, all eyes turned to Essa. At once, Essa felt embarrassed.

Jazz looked nonchalant. He went on with what he was doing, sitting at the table, eating his breakfast. He was not the least bit embarrassed.

Essa wanted to be as nonchalant as he was. But she felt her mother's eyes glancing at her from time to time. There was a smile at the corners of her mother's mouth, a meaningful one.

Under such a gaze, Essa lost her composure. The key point was that she was not as shameless as that man!

She ate her breakfast in a state of unease.

After that, Essa forbade Jazz to stay overnight at her home or enter her room!

Jazz regretted it so much! He had no idea that a single indulgence would ruin his happiness for the following days!

He had waited so long to have a taste of her sweetness. But Essa forbade it. He would have to wait almost two more weeks until their wedding day. He was helpless!

In fact, time flew fast. In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

The wedding day was getting closer. Everyone was busy preparing for the wedding. But Essa was anxious. As the wedding day was getting closer, she became more and more anxious. Her mind was in a

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ve

complete daze.

Had she got pre-wedding anxiety?

Jazz was so worried. The wedding day would be in a few days. He didn't want anything to go wrong. What if Essa's nerves got on the edge and she refused to marry him?

No, he couldn't afford that, and he wouldn't

let it happen!

If Essa got pre-wedding anxiety, it was best for her to see a therapist, but Essa wouldn't go!

She thought it was humiliating! Getting married was no big deal. It would be too much if she went to a therapist.

"Anyway, I'm not going to see a therapist or go to the hospital! I really don't have prewedding anxiety!" She wouldn't admit that she had anxiety in any way. Actually, she was just nervous.

She didn't want to be anxious! But she couldn't calm her nerves! She couldn't help it!

"It's quite common to see a therapist nowadays. Don't think too much

about it or feel ashamed. It is a

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rather common thing. If you go on

like this, you can't get better. an

it

could get worse. What should we do then?"

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Jazz was like coaxing a child. He pacified her and comforted her with the utmost patience. He hoped she would be open to the idea and agree to see a therapist.

However, Essa wouldn't go anyway. She had absolutely no intention of seeing a therapist.

Jazz dared not push Essa too hard. He was afraid that Essa would be annoyed and that her worries and fears would overwhelm her and that she might run away before the wedding.

Jazz couldn't talk her into it. He had no choice but to give up. He had intended to ask Summer to talk to Essa. But, seeing the look on Essa's face, he thought it best not to make such a move.

Essa was really showing some anxiety symptoms. She was trying to suppress it as much as possible. She didn't expect her nerves to be so vulnerable either.

The next day was the wedding. Winston didn't sleep all night. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but he, too, was nervous and he was busy all night. He had no time to rest.

It was after 3 a m. when Winston heard noises outside his room. It was time for Essa to get up and get dressed.

Winston had been bustling around

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all night. Now he was feeling sleepy and wanted to take a rest. It took a long time for Essa to put on her makeup. Then she got dressed in her wedding dress. When everything was settled, it was seven o'clock in the morning.

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The sound of people cheering came from outside. Apparently, the groom had arrived.

Essa's cheeks were flushed. The tension in her heart swelled up again.

Some of her friends blocked Jazz out of the door. They wouldn't let him in. They were making fun of Jazz on their wedding day.

Jazz was blocked out of the door. Someone smeared his handsome face with lipstick, drawing a pair of glasses, a mustache, and something else, making his face a mess.

Now, one could not see how Jazz used to look like.