The President's Accidental Wife novel 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."

Essa showed a bright smile and said, "I 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, "I didn't eat anything at noon."

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

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 in this restaurant was very delicious, but Essa would only come here during the day when she had 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 it to me. I am very hungry. One taco is not enough for me." Essa reached out her fair hand to Jazz.