The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1793

"You don't believe me?"

"You can ask any woman in the Santabaca if she believes it?"

Jazz touched his forehead helplessly," What's wrong with the world? I can't believe that no one believes the truth. It's so sad!"

It suddenly occurred to Essa that she needed revenge. She surprised him with a kick at the knee.

When she kicked him with a stiletto heel, he was defenseless and it hurt like hell.

Essa chuckled, "It serves you right! That's what you pay for being shameless!" Her anger gradually dissipated.

Jazz said, "You and I stayed in a room. Also, we're in a relationship. At least I regard you as my girlfriend. It's natural, isn’t it?"

"God! Don't you know it’s fake?"

"Oh, come on, we're all adults. It's perfectly natural. It shows that you are attractive to men. Just think. Wouldn't you be humiliated if we were in a room and I didn’t even look at you?"

Essa thought, 'Humph! It's absolute nonsense!'

"I warn you, Jazz, if you dare to violate me again, I will not spare you!"

Jazz then lay casually on the bed, pulling the quilt to get ready to sleep.

Essa walked up to him and yanked the quilt, "Didn't you just tell my mom you

wouldn't let me sleep on the floor but the bed?"

"You really bought into it? Ha! Then why do you never take it seriously that you are my girlfriend?"

"Don't you understand that not everything has to be taken seriously?"

Jazz said nothing and closed his eyes. He showed no inclination to give in.

The next morning.

Essa got up early as usual. As she stretched, she realized that the person sleeping on the sofa was Jazz, not her.

There was only one possibility that it was Jazz who carried her to the bed.

'This guy could be really reliable, even though he seems slutty and flirty.'

After washing up, she went to the next room. Winston looked downstairs excitedly because he had never traveled. It was all new and interesting to him.

Sensing his exciting feeling, Essa felt that she was indebted to him.

Winston depended on her so much, yet she did not have much time for him. After she started working, work occupied almost all of her life.

When she got home from getting off work, she just wanted to lie in bed and didn't want to move, let alone play with Winston. She felt more sorry for him at the thought.