The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 306

Without waiting for Summer to respond, Amara turned around and closed the office door behind her

thoughtfully.

There were only two of them in the office. The smile i n Jazz's charming eyes remained right from the

beginning. "Give me five minutes.” His voice was as gentle as the breeze.

"Okay.” Summer nodded with a smile. "Go ahead, I will drink a glass of water."

Sitting down on the leather chair, Jazz’s hand moved a t lightning speed as he signed some

documents, as if h e was in a hurry.

While drinking water, Summer’s gaze occasionally swept over him. It was difficult for her to associate Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

him with Jazz, who never passed exams four years ago.

Jazz signed a thick stack of documents within five minutes and threw the pen on the table. "Let’s go.

You should treat me to lunch."

"That's for sure. Are you okay with any type of lunch?”

Jazz nodded, staring at her beautiful face with a hint o f greediness. The rest was not important as long

as he

could have lunch with her.

The two took the president's elevator straight to the lobby, and when they came out of the elevator,

people around turned their heads to look at them.

Some were fascinated with Jazz, some curious about Summer.

They got into a black car and left. In the past four years, Summer had only returned to Santabaca a

handful of times, and the changes in Santabaca were tremendous. She was slightly confused for a

while, wondering where to take him for lunch.

"What do you say we go to a restaurant near the school? The food there is pretty good," she said after

thinking about it for a while.

"Why not?" Jazz raised his charming eyes and turned the steering wheel to the left.

Just when the car came to a crossroads, it drove past another passing black, low-key, luxurious car. At

such a close distance, no one had noticed anyone.

And, in the back seat of that car, Mark was sitting there, his tall body leaning back slightly in the seat to

get some shut-eye.

The vibration from his mobile phone jolted him up. He opened his eyes slowly, fished out the phone

from his pants pocket, and answered the call.

"Mark, aren't you returning to the country today? I will pick you up at the airport." Yvette’s voice came

through the radio wave.

"It’s okay." He kneaded his brow, his voice deep and extremely hoarse, as if he had a cold. "I am

already in the car and will arrive in the Valentine mansion in half an hour."

"Well then. I will ask the servant to clean up the room for you. See you in a while.”

Casually tossing the phone on the seat, Mark shut his long and narrow eyes again. He seemed to be

tired.

Summer has not been here for four years, yet this street has not changed at all. Even the owner of the

restaurant was still the same person.

When she sat down here again, she felt an unspeakable familiarity. She handed the menu to Jazz.

"You may order whatever you want."

Jazz helped himself to it and ordered a table of dishes at one go.

The restaurant owner served two glasses of water, and Summer picked one up in her hand.