The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1785

Hearing what Jazz said, Essa knew that Mark was very good to Jazz. Essa smiled." We seem to have similar experiences."

Essa s mother looked through the window in the door. She saw Essa and Jazz chatting and smiling. They looked well matched.

Essa s mother thought, 'Essa is a lucky kid! She'll marry a nice man!"

After talking about Winston, Essa and Jazz got closer. They didn't trade barbs like before.

Since Jazz only donated blood and was strong, he could leave the hospital after resting for a day.

Essa's mother was uneasy. "You lost a lot of blood. You have to eat some nutritious food. I'll cook for you and ask Essa to bring the food to your company."

"Okay. Thank you, Mrs. Reese."

"I don’t agree."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

However, Essa finally gave in to her mother.

The next morning, Essa went to work with a big insulated lunchbox that her mother had prepared. There were various dishes and soup in it.

The morning flashed by. She stood still with the lunchbox. She was hesitant to bring it to Jazz.

That was so embarrassing.

Meanwhile, a manager called Essa, asking her to go to the president's office quickly.

She had no choice but to carry the lunchbox and go up.

Jazz had rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. He was reading documents.

Essa put the lunchbox on the desk, pursed her lips, and said, "Here is your lunch. Bye."

Jazz looked up, raised his eyebrows, and rested his head on his fists. "Where are you going?"

"You’re going to have lunch, and so am I I'll go to a restaurant," she answered bluntly.

Essa lost her temper after bringing lunch to Jazz for a week. She told her mother not to cook for Jazz anymore and refused to continue delivering the food. Because she ate too much nutritious food these days, she had a heavy flow.

Judging from this, Essa didn't think Jazz was still weak.

Her mother didn't force her, saying calmly, "If Jazz wants to pursue you, don’t reject him!"

"I have the right to date someone I like!"

"No! You have two choices. Try to be with Jazz or go on blind dates!"

Essa was reluctant. "Is there a third way?" "No! I'll do what I say. You'd better take it seriously. One of your aunts wants to introduce two youths to you. If you don't like Jazz, go and meet them. Your uncle also wants to introduce..."

A bunch of blind dates seemed to be waiting for Essa!

She was in a fret. She couldn't bear to see so many strange men. That would kill her!

When she went to work, she was listless and depressed.