The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1812

Jazz 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't "eaten" for decades!

Essa felt it was unbearable. If things continued like this, she would definitely die in bed within a week.

It could not go on like this!

The consequence of indulgence in sex was that she felt weak all over, but he was still full of energy!

Jazz had originally wanted Essa to move into the Valentine mansion today, but then, he realized after she got married, she would have less time to spend with her mother and Winston, so he changed his mind.

Hearing this, Essa was very moved.

"Where do you want to live after we get married? The Valentine mansion or outside?" Jazz asked.

"Both are OK for me. Anyway, I like your brother and sister-in-law quite a bit." They were both easygoing people, so she really liked them. It didn't matter if they needed to live together.

Jazz nodded, "It's up to you. This is the key to a villa in the city center. Keep it, and I'll take you to have a look another day."

"Okay..."

Although time had passed, life remained the same. Essa still went to work as usual, and she had no special feelings.

Jazz had still driven her to and from work today. But he didn't want to leave tonight, intending to sleep in Essa's bedroom.

Her bedroom room was not big, and

there was a guest room at her home. If he slept in the guest room, it would be less crowded, and he could be more relaxed and comfortable.

Essa's mother had made the bed for him in the guest room.

However, Jazz refused.

"My bedroom is too small. The guest room is big. Hurry up and go there." Essa pushed his shoulders.

"I will only sleep in this room. It's not that small!"

Essa felt helpless and snapped, "Jazz!"

"Why are you yelling at me! I can hear you even if you talk to me normally. Don't you sleep now? Then I'll sleep first."

While speaking, he lay on the bed.

Essa widened her eyes and said, "I'll go to sleep in the guest room."

Hearing this, Jazz jumped up from the bed and hooked his strong and long arm around her slender waist, hugged her tightly, and said, "You should sleep now."

"How can I sleep like this? If you sleep here, I will sleep in the guest room." She struggled.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"You only have two options now.

Sleep quietly with me here. If you continue to struggle, you know what the result will be. Your struggle will definitely be in vain." S

Essa got a little angry and said, "You're talking nonsense!"

"If your voice gets louder, I believe your mom will hear it!"

This was a threat. Essa frowned and said angrily, "How can you be such a rascal!"

"Rascal? I don't think so. As long as you sleep here, I will not do anything to you..."

It was already late. If they continued arguing like this, they would not only wake up her mom and Winston but also be very tired tomorrow. After thinking about it, she decided to let it go.

So, they cuddled and slept together. Essa curled her body up like a small shrimp.

Jazz slept behind her, pressing his chest against her back. They were tightly pressed together without the slightest gap.

But Essa couldn't fall asleep because his hot breath was sprayed on her neck, which was extremely sensitive.