The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1772

Jazz complimented Essa's mother on her cooking. He said both the color and flavor of the dishes were great and that she could be the chef of a top- notch restaurant. In the end, he turned to Essa and asked, "How's your cooking? Have you inherited any of Mrs. Reese's expertise?"

Suddenly, Jazz threw a question at Essa, and she was startled. She choked and started coughing.

Seeing Essa choking, her mother hurriedly leaned forward and patted her back, trying to smooth her breath. "You're such a grownup girl now. How careless you are to have choked yourself!"

Essa didn't respond. How could she

anticipate that the two had been talking to each other abscrbedly a second ago, but all of a sudden, Jazz changed the subject to her? "Just 50 80."

"I wish I had the honor to try your cooking someday." Jazz raised an eyebrow.

Essa cursed secretly in her mind, "You wish!" But she didn't show any of that on her face. She had a dry smile.

"To be honest, Essa is a bit lazy. But she's got some of my expertise in cooking. She cooks very well. When you have time, come to our home again, and Essa will cock for you." The mother was all smiling the whole time.

The mother had some ideas in her mind. She thought this guy was good in character and successful in his career. And now Essa was also single. If the two could make a couple, that would be perfect.

"Mom, don't bluff. You tell terrible lies. I'm an awful cook. Scarcely anyone has an appetite for my cooking." "That's fine. Mrs. Reese is such a good cook. You can learn from her. I'll check your cooking next time."

Checking her cooking? Who the hell did he think he was! Although he had lent her a million dollars in her time of need. But there was no reason for him to go beyond bounds, right?

"I think it's a good idea. I could teach her." Essa’s mother laughed lightly.

It was getting late, and Jazz wasn't going to stay any longer. He got up and prepared to leave. Essa was drinking her soup at the moment. She didn't even look up, let alone walk him out. Her mother nudged her shoulder and suggested, "Why don't you walk Jazz out?"

Without her mother’s reminder, Essa knew she should have the decency to walk him out.

Essa walked behind Jazz, and the two headed out of the room. Jazz's car wag parked in the parking lot. After walking him to the stairway, Fssastopped and said to hi, "Take care on your way. " Content belongs t&"NovelDrama.Org -

Jazz pausgd in his tracks. Before he could say-something, he saw Essa had walked several steps back.” "Sorry, I'm a little tired. I Il justsay goodbye to you here.” Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Then she ran away like a rabbit. No, she ran faster than a rabbit, as if she was

frightened

Jazz curled his lips, his arms were crossed on his chest, and he watched her with interest. He felt it so funny.

Essa's mothepwas clearing the plates at theable. Hearing footstepsrthe mother turned around and saw Essa get back. Her brows furrowed, she asked, "Why are you backso soon? Where did you awalk hirfFto? Content belongs t¢ 0 NovelDrama.Org =

"To the stairway.” Essa poured herself a glass of warm water and sipped it. "How could you just walk him to the stairway?" The mother's voice sank. She was displeased. "He knows the way. He's a grown man.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Why does he need me to walk him out?” Essa thought her mother’s idea was ridiculous.