Chapter 1812Jazz naturally had no objection because he couldn’t wait to get married. He had always been determined, and as long as he made the decision, he would never change his mind!Now that he had decided to marry her, he must do it!Essa had heard her words. Although she thought it was a little too hasty, she kept silent, giving tacit consent.They were getting married in fifteen days! It was really fast!But because the bridegroom was Jazz, she was not panicked at all. She was calm because cuddling up together with him like this made her feel happy.That night was not easy. Jazz was like a wolf who had been hungry for decades, and he would not let go of the delicious meat that had been put in front of his mouth.They had sex for another whole night. Although Essa was strong, she was no match for a man.Her legs and waist were so weak that she had to support her waist with both hands in order to stand up. She thought Jazz should not have been so horny even if he had hadn'
Chapter 1813The neck was Essa's most sensitive spot. She felt itchy if someone touched her there, let alone that Jazz clung tight to there for so long. She could barely stand it. Her body was squirming timidly. "Don't seduce me!" Essa was angry, "I'm not seducing you! Just sleep! But can you not cling to me so tight?" "Why? Are you turned on by me?" Essa was lying with her back to him, her cheeks blushed, and she hissed, "Who is turned on?" ‘What the hell! The man is like a sex machine!’ "Since you are so sure of it, let me check you out." Essa wanted to kill herself, but before she did, she wanted to kill him first! "Are you lying, babe?" Jazz deliberately drawled. "Get away from me! If you don't want to sleep in the guest room, go sleep on the couch! I cannot sleep with you clinging to me so tight!" But Jazz ignored her demand. Essa's whole face had turned red, so red as if it was about to bleed. "Jazz!" "You can be louder. I'm fine with it anyway
Chapter 1814Before Jazz came to pick up Essa, his elder brother told him he should give candies if he was blocked out of the door. The big brother got experience in his own wedding years ago. Jazz kept it in his mind. At the moment, under such circumstances, he generously distributed candies to everyone. Jazz was a smart guy! People were happy with the candies. They let him in and stopped making trouble for him. People were just having fun on their wedding day and making the atmosphere livelier. Essa's wedding dress was custom-made by the most famous designer in Paris. Summer had arranged it for her. It looked gorgeous on Essa. The wedding dress had a fishtail, which set off Essa's slender waist even more as if it could be grabbed in one hand. The dress was low-back, showing her fair skin. Under the light, Essa looked amazing! Essa was so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful! Stepping on her crystal high heels, she walked slowly towards Jazz. The distance wasn't long,
As Summer Hart slowly opened her eyes in the morning, the first sensation she felt was sore all over her body.She lowered her head instinctively and was astounded to find that she was naked. Even her most intimate things were gone.Looking around the hotel room, she found she was alone in the room; or so it seemed.The bright red stain on the bedsheet and clothes of a man and a woman strewn on the floor told her what might have happened last night.'What's going on?'She had attended her friend’s wedding as a bridesmaid last night. How did she end up losing her virginity here?Her heart was pounding. She sat up from the bed at once, feeling cold sweat trickling down her back. She quickly reached over to the bedside table for her mobile phone and made a call to Grace Livingston, her bestie.“You were completely hammered last night. So I brought you into Room 8802 that Sherman pre-booked. What’s wrong?”“Who else is in the room besides me?”“Who else? You are the only one. I am
Summer wrapped herself with a scarf and exhaled, making a big cloud in the air as she went outside the hotel.She had more than a bad day; the day of her friend’s wedding had turned out to be the day of her losing her virginity.It was all the fault of a drunk perv.'Is there anyone more miserable than I am now?'She could not help but shrink back when a gust of chilly wind blew into her face. The weather was freezing today.But what was done was done. There was no point crying over spilled milk.She was twenty-four, an adult. Treating this as an absurdity of life, erasing it from her memory, and moving on was the way forward.She looked up and inadvertently saw a huge outdoor TV screen.“Mr. Valentine, what is the purpose of you coming back here? Are you planning to target the local market here?”“Your company in Athana is doing so well. Why do you choose to return to Estain, Mr. Valentine?”“Would you accept an interview with our magazine, Mr. Valentine?”A large group of
Summer got up at six in the morning because she had to prepare for the parent-teacher conference.The nights were longer in the Winter, so it was still dark outside. When she looked out the window, she could vaguely see the branches swaying in the chilly wind. The climate had changed, apparently.Christmas was coming in two days, but there was no snow—probably climate change was real. Holding a glass of water in her hand, she stood by the window, and her mind was elsewhere.Just then, there were loud footsteps. Amara Lincoln, Summer’s sister-in-law, staggered into her room. Amara wore a heavy makeup and reeked of alcohol. Summer frowned. “Are you drunk, Amara? Did you go gambling again?” she asked in a low voice.Amara looked at her. “Who told you I lost? Who dares to say I lost? I was just having bad luck. I will win it all back in two days.”Summer glanced at her, picked up her scarf and handbag, and walked out of the room without saying a word again.School.It was 10:00 am
Summer took several steps back. She was startled when the car’s window rolled down and saw that it was him again.Mark first glanced at her, and then looked at Jazz, who was sitting on the front passenger seat. “Get off.”The door opened, and Jazz got out of the car. He again acted like a gentleman, with a smile on his face. “Mark wants to talk to you, Miss Hart.”'Why does he want to talk to me?'Summer’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the man in the car with caution. “What is it about?”“It is about my study.” Jazz hemmed and forced a smile.She must have been stressed out and overthought. She licked her lips. “Since it is about Jazz’s study, why don’t you go to my office?”“Considering who Mark is, reporters must have gotten the wind and are on their way here. We had better find a better place.”While speaking, the school principal, who had got the wind, rushed out to meet Mark. “You should have told me earlier that you would come, Mr. Valentine, so I could come out to
“What do you think, Miss Hart?” Mark looked up and asked again.“I still refuse.” Summer looked at him in the eyes and spelled out the answer.He narrowed his eyes and stared at her but said nothing, as if he had read her mind at this moment.She looked up in surprise when she heard nothing from him. It was at this moment that their eyes met. She plunged into his penetrating gaze with her heart pounding uncontrollably.As the air of silence built up between them, Mark suddenly opened his mouth, his voice sounding so unquestionable and confident. “I suppose your refusal has something to do with what happened that night.”Summer expression changed. She was afraid of this man. He was like a cheetah in a gentleman’s clothes. He would kill its prey in an instant.She did not deny what he said was correct. She even nodded in admission.“I have something to say about that night.” Mark looked at her. “It was out of good intentions to suggest a hymen reconstruction. I think you must have