The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 195

She guessed it right; Yvette was after this incident. "W e are friends. That time I was drunk, and he took

care o f me all night."

Yvette’s face was filled with disdain. "Who would believe it?"

"I believe her!" Jazz stood up from the settee.

"There is no place for you to speak here. Just stay quiet." Yvette shot a reprimanding glance at Jazz

and then turned back to Summer. "Since you have lassoed Mark with the child in your womb and

married into the Valentine family, can’t you keep your place? Why d o you still mess around?"

Summer's face darkened and she said nothing. But Jazz lost his cool and shouted, "That’s enough!"

"Enough of what? Jazz, have you seen that newspaper, and how she has made your brother a cuckold

and brought shame to our family?” Yvette did not mince her words.

Jazz really could not stand it anymore. "She is not that kind of person. I believe her. Those reporters

made things up!"

"You believe her? But I don’t. She still doesn't know how to restrain herself even though such a thing

has

happened. Did you know what I saw when I went to her school?"

Yvette paused for a second before she continued. "She was still having lunch with the man in the

newspaper, and the two were flirting. Which woman would do such a thing? How thick-skinned does it

take to do such a shameless act? Do you know what would have waited for her had she committed this

act in ancient times?"

"Enough! I don’t want to hear any insulting words from your mouth again. You had better stop. Enough i

s enough! Otherwise, I will take her away immediately!" Jazz was furious, his hands clenched into fists

at his sides.

Yvette trembled involuntarily upon hearing what Jazz said. She poked her finger into Jazz’s shoulder

and started cursing.

"You ingrate, why do you have to keep pissing me off? What has she done to you to make you behave Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

this way? What is so good about her? She might be your teacher and sister-in-law, but how long have

you known her? I raised you since you were a baby. Why are you now so protective of her, but not me?

Are you bewitched by her or are you taking a liking to her?"

Jazz's shoulder hurt from the poking, but he stood his ground and let Yvette do that. "Yes, I like her."

He was even more determined.

Yvette trembled even more severely. She could hardly believe what she heard.

Raine was also stunned. She looked at Jazz, thinking she must have misheard it. 'Jazz... he... he...

what did h e say just now?' she thought to herself.

"You... you... what did you say? Tell me again!" Yvette felt dizzy, putting her hands on the settee behind

her t o balance herself as she stared at Jazz.

"I like her!" Jazz spelled the words without the slightest hesitation, let alone flinching.

As soon as his voice trailed off, Yvette slapped him in the face.

She had used all her strength with this slap. Jazz’s face became red and swollen.

But his eyes looked unflinching. He was still a teenager, but he had an unquestionable and hard-to-

ignore determination.

"How did you know it was Summer who set Mark up? I t was Mark who got drunk and entered the

wrong room. That was what actually happened. If it wasn't for that incident, Summer would not be with

Mark but me!" 'How dare he even say this!'