Chapter 1747


    "My name is Jazz Valentine. It''s nice to meet you!" The man introduced himself formally.


    "My name is Winston Reese. Nice to meet you, too." Winston felt a little shy. He blushed slightly.


    The two greeted each other in a manly way. There was not a trace of a peculiar look in Jazz''s eyes. He was polite and serious.


    Essa was a little touched. She looked at the man steadily.


    At the moment, she found that Jazz was not that bad. Winston''s excited look showed that he liked Jazz.


    "These are what you are looking for. Here you are." Jazz casually tossed a cowhide bag to Essa.


    Essa opened the bag and found a pile of papers in it. Regarding the news, the evidence showed that it was not Jazz or the photographer who passed


    the information to the media but a reporter from another newspaper.


    That journalist was Essa''s enemy. She was not surprised that the journalist would give her out.


    However, she realized that she had misunderstood Jazz and that she had been too impulsive. Thinking about what she had donest night, she felt


    ashamed of herself.


    Essa''s lips twitched and she was about to apologize to Jazz. But before she could say


    anything, Jazz spoke first, "Now do you know I''m innocent? By the way, you have a terrible choice of men.”


    "What do you mean?"


    "I just heard you guys while you were quarreling. Then I got thirsty, so I went downstairs to buy a bottle of water.” He shrugged his shoulders and


    shook the water bottle in his hand.


    Immediately, hearing his words,


    Essa''s intention to apologize to him


    instantly thsappeared but was o


    recedby anger. "Do you have any


    decency at all? How canyou <


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    "You quarreled so loud that I can


    hear it from arpund the corner of the


    stairs. Do I even need to eavesdrop


    on it?" J azz raised an eyebrow. He


    found her really funny. " You guys


    were § 0 loud that I thought you


    owed he hospital.” Essa was really


    pissed off, but she couldn''t retort


    him. She took the file bag and didn''t


    say a word.


    But Jazz wasn''t going to let it go with her so easily. "So you''re just going to keep quiet?”


    "What do you mean?" Essa looked up at him.


    "What do I mean?" Jazz got serious and stared at her. "That''s your gratitude? Don''t you remember how you poured soup over my headst night?"


    Essa raised her eyebrows. She remembered clearly aboutst night. She got sincere and serious. "I''m sorry."


    "That''s it? Seriously, think back to how furious and rude you were when you stormed into our house and poured the soup over my head. And now you


    simply say you''re sorry?"


    "I know it was my fault. I was out of my mind. I sincerely apologize to you. But you are a man. I don''t think you would be bothered with me, would


    you? People say that men have a big heart.”


    There was-asmile on the corner of


    Jazz''s mauth, and his thin lips curled


    upward teasingly. "I think you''re”


    wrong-about me. I''m not as a ~


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    "Even in the fairy tale, I would be Cindere''s stepmother, not a great king."


    Hearing the man’s words, Essa was speechless. He himself had stated him being such tit for tat, so what else could she say?


    "How do you think about this? Wait for me here. I''ll go downstairs and get a bow! of soup, and then you pour it over my head in the same way. How


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    She was deliberately being sarcastic, but with a serious look on her face, and gave the proposal in an earnest way.