The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1789

"It sounds like you are afraid that I will ignore you. Don't worry. I like your mom just because I like you very much..."

Essa frowned and interrupted him with a sneer.

"Well, I like your mom. That is the truth," he said.

"Don't talk nonsense! You know what I'm talking about. Let's meet at 7 p.m. You can pick any place for dinner!"

Jazz thought for a moment. "What if I want a royal feast?"

"Then just get lost!" Essa answered bluntly. He was simply dreaming!

"Okay, then I'll listen to you. Let's eat what you like. I have no problem with that," Jazz replied so softly that Essa got goose bumps.

Essa said coldly through clenched teeth," Shut up, or I'll kill you."

Jazz stopped teasing her and quickly hung up.

Essa was overjoyed that she could get back to her original post. Being a police officer was her favorite job. She worked even harder than before.

As she was packing up her things and was about to leave after work, the police chief came over, said that there was a murder, and asked Essa to go to the scene.

Essa nodded and immediately called Jazz." I have an urgent task. Let's have dinner some other time."

Before Jazz could answer, Essa ended the call. Jazz was wearing a suit. His eyebrows twitched. He was delighted all afternoon, but she just stood him up.

He went back to the Valentine mansion listlessly, while Charlotte was like a happy butterfly. She was wearing a beautiful dress, dancing.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Uncle Jazz, we are going to travel tomorrow. Don't miss us too much!"

Charlotte smiled, her eyes crinkling. "We'll spend the holiday abroad."

The next morning, although it was a holiday, Essa didn't intend to go out. She just wanted to sleep at home.

However, she heard loud voices coming from the living room, and Winston sounded very excited. So she got up and walked into the living room in her Hello Kitty pajamas, only to find Jazz sitting on the sofa. And there was a suitcase next to it.

'What's going on?'

As soon as she opened the door, Winston walked up to her, took her hand and said joyfully, "Essa, Jazz is taking us to Turlen."

Essa was reluctant to travel with Jazz and was worried that it would be inconvenient for Winston to go on a trip. Thus she said," How about we wait until you get better, Winston?"

Then she looked at Mrs. Reese and asked," What do you think. Mom? It would be inconvenient for Winston to travel in a wheelchair.

Yet just as Mrs. Reese opened her lips, Winston tugged at her sleeve and pleaded," Mom, I want to go to Turlen."

Mrs. Reese was caught in the middle. It was indeed inconvenient for Winston to go on a trip in a wheelchair, but he had never been to any place other than Santabaca.