The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1781

Essa blinked in a daze.

Jazz's eyes became hot. He thought it was an ill wind.

He licked Essa's lips with a smile while she was not locking.

Essa felt hot and itchy. His tongue was crawling on her mouth like an insect. A quiver of excitement ran through her, making her tremble. Essa panicked. Hearing footsteps from outside, she instantly pushed him away.

The door of the ward was opened. Essa’s mother came in.

Essa's cheeks were pink. She ducked her

head, self-consciously tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Why is your face red?" Essa's mother stared at her in surprise. "Are you running a fever?”

Essa's face was burning as she heard this. She shook her head, stammering, "No... no.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"Then why do you look so strange?”

"Mom, is Winston awake? What are you doing here?" Essa hurriedly changed the subject

Unaware of what had happened between Essa and Jazz, Essa's mom answered, "I just came to see if Jazz had eaten.” Glancing at Essa who pretended to be calm, Jazz smiled. "Mrs. Reese, I ate instant noodles.”

"What?" Essa's mother scowled. "You've just donated blood. You need to eat something nutritious. How could you just eat instant noodles? Essa, he doesn't know that, but you should know. Why didn’t you take good care of him?"

Essa was gggrieved. ‘Mom, he ~~. wants toeat soup and pickles. I bought the fried chicken and instant noodles for myself. He snatched the noodles from me!" to ig

Jazz said, "Mrs. Reese, I don't know why I feel hungry whenever I see Essa eating. I couldn't resist snatching it from her!"

He seemed to hint that there was something between him and Essa.

Essa’s expression changed, thinking, "What is he doing?

Essa's mother used to feel that Jazz was somewhat interested in Essa but was not sure.

After all, Jazz was very wealthy and powerful, much too good for Essa. However, Jazz's words confirmed Essa’s mother's intuitive feelings. "Is that so? But now you need nutritious food, so you can't eat instant noodles. I'll prepare food for you."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." He looked like a pushover.

Essa's mother was delighted to hear this.

"Don't talk nonsense!” Essa warned Jazz. She was upset.

Before Jazz could say anything, Essa’s mother poked Essa in the forehead. "How can you be so impolite to him?" Jazz gave a dazzling smile. "Don't worry, Mrs. Reese. I won't be angry with her.”

Essa was speechless.

Essa’'s mather went home and came to the hospital again with some soup. The mushroom soup was: white and thick. Its fragrance-filled the Toom. ig

Jazz quite liked it. He ate two bowls. of soup, Essa watched him eat and couldnt help swallowing. She - walked over and ladled a bowl of seLip for herself. ig