The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 307

Jazz's eyes fell on her, quietly staring at her for a long while, before he opened his mouth in a serious

tone of voice. "From now on, I will not address you as my teacher, and will not treat you as my sister-in-

law, but will openly call you by name."

The way he spoke was of the hegemony and insistence of men.

Four years ago, she was his teacher, and he rarely had the chance to call her by her name except in

private.

But at this time, he could openly call her name in front of everyone.

Summer's hand which was holding the glass froze in the air. The next second, Jazz's warm and dry

hand cupped the back of her hand.

Stunned, Summer's hand jerked and water spilled onto the table.

As if there was an electric current running up her hand, she quickly retracted her hand, looked Jazz in

the eyes and said slowly, "Jazz, you should understand that some things are never possible."

His tall body froze then, but it was just for a second. Jazz regained his usual composure, as if nothing

had

happened before.

The food was served at this moment. The two did not continue the previous topic, but moved away and

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They also talked about work. It turned out that Jazz and a few of his friends had partnered up to start a

company, and he was the major shareholder.

Moving away from the awkward topic proved to improve the atmosphere.

The lunch lasted for nearly an hour and a half when Summer looked down at the time; it was 3:00 pm.

Jazz proposed to go to the scenic area of Santabaca. H e had not returned for four years and missed

those parts of Santabaca.

"I have something on later. Shall we go another day?" I n fact, she was a little worried about Charlotte.

Jazz did not insist. He chuckled. "That’s the deal. You owe me a favor this time."

"Sure. I promise I will accompany you for an entire day next time." Summer smiled.

"If you don't mind, I will head back to the office to get some documents, only then send you home.”

Jazz did not let his disappointment show through.

"Jazz, I will take a taxi here. It is very convenient.” "The car is parked right outside the restaurant. This

is the most basic courtesy of being a man. So I insist." Jazz yawned lazily, but the determination in his

voice was hard to ignore.

So, she refused no more and got into the car to follow him back to his office.

As the car was parked up, Jazz noticed a black car next to it. The car did not look like it belonged to

any employee. It was low-key, restrained, yet elegant, luxurious, and somewhat familiar. But he did not

give i t a second thought.

After exiting the elevator, they walked toward the president's office. But for some reason, Summer's

heart suddenly skipped a beat and pounded.

Her hands were on her chest in confusion, and she frowned in puzzlement.

Of course, the moment Jazz pushed the door of the room, Summer stood stiffly on the spot like a

stone, as she finally found the cause for her strange feeling.