Chapter 1763


    Jazz''s eyes twinkled. He stared at Essa’s palm. Suddenly, he felt his throat get a little dry. "Howe you eat so much? A girl should watch her


    manners."


    "I''m so hungry. How can I watch my manners? Besides, manners are for elegantdies, while I''m not one of them. I''m just going to get my stomach


    full, so I can work. Are you going to eat or not?"


    Jazz didn''t say a word. He opened his lips and tasted it and found it delicious. The vor was fresh


    Seeing Jazz start to eat, Essa smiled,” How''s it? It''s not bad, is it? Try the tomato soup.”


    Essa didn''t care one bit about her manners. She ate whatever she wanted, but she was eating slowly. She was blowing the steam from her bow!


    carefully.


    From the bowl, the misty steam rose. Seen through the haze of the steam, her face locked indescribably beautiful.


    During the meal, Essa concentrated on tasting the food, while Jazz was distracted. His eyes nced at her from time to time


    After the meal, Essa scrambled to pay the bill. Then they got out of the restaurant. Not long after they left the restaurant, they encountered a group of


    gangsters. One man had a toothpick hung in his mouth. He didn''t look like a nice guy.


    "Wow, it''s sote! You guys are still having romance here, huh?" The man walking in the front smiled yfully. "Take out your money. Don''t make us


    doit."


    Essa frowned, "I don''t have any money!"


    "Oh, a pretty woman has no money. That''s forgivable. Fortunately, you have a pretty face. You make me hot. I''ll let you go after you suck my d*ck!"


    "Yuck! Shame on you!" Essa sneered with a disdainful look on her face, which totally pissed off the man. He beckoned, and the guys behind him


    walked forward, smiling lewdly while rubbing their palms. Their smiles were disgusting.


    Just as Jazz was about to step forward and confront them, he suddenly felt a warmth clung to his hand and he was yanked back. He locked at the


    hand and found Essa standing in front of him, trying to protect him.


    He froze for a few seconds. Then he came back to his senses. He stood behind her with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth. "This woman is


    literally protecting me?"


    Seeing this scene, theughter of the gangsters grew louder. ‘Locks like this guy is trash. He''s a coward, relying on a woman and cowering behind


    her!’


    The gangsters surrounded the two and then they lunged at them.


    Essa''s eyes grew fierce. She narrowed her eyes and then nced back at Jazz. "Stay behind me!"


    "OK." Jazz responded obediently, "No problem.”


    The gangsters burst outughing. They nced at each other, and then they made their moves.


    Essa graduated from the police academy.


    She had professional fighting training. And she knew well about the human body. In terms of strength, she was certainly no match for the men, but in


    terms of skill, they were no match for her.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    In the calf or the most vulnerable part between the men’s thighs, she gave them hard kicks.


    She turned sideways, raised her leg, and then kicked down hard. Her movements were agile and urate, without a bit of miss. She was tough and


    ruthless.


    Jazz had been standing behind her all the time and she requested him to grab her shirt and stay behind her.


    The gangsters were really no match for her. In no second, they were all kicked down to the ground.


    Essa pped her hands and looked down at the men cowering on the ground. Then she took out her cell phone and called the police.


    After the police took all the men away, Essa got into Jazz''s car. She asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"


    This was the first time Jazz was protected by a woman. He curled up the corners of his lips and replied, "No. You''re terrific.”


    "I was trained at the police academy, though I am not a police anymore.” She sounded upset, with blunt frustration in her tone.


    "Why did you go to the police academy?" Jazz was curious.


    "My brother was born with dementia.


    He was bullieda lot when we were


    kids. I was girl and I couldn''t N


    protect him, but I felt it was my duty


    to protect him. My parents gave


    birth tome to apany him''and


    protect him, so I went to the\police


    academy." Then Essa stretched


    lazily," How do you think fhy


    fighting?"


    Jazz shrugged his shoulders, "You are terrific indeed!"


    Essa smiled, "Have you thought of giving me a raise?"


    Jazz raised an eyebrow. Before he could say anything, she patted him on the shoulder andughed, "Don''t be nervous. I''m just kidding.


    After spending a few days together, Jazz found another side of her that he hadn''t seen before, naughty and adorable.


    After the dinner, Jazz drove Essa


    home. In-front of the apartment


    building, Fssa waved goodbye to’


    him. He stayed in the car and gazed


    at her back for a while. Thenhe


    started the car and left... Content


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    When Jazz returned home, Charlotte hadn''t gone to bed. Summer punished the girl by letting her practice her handwriting.


    Charlotte got punished quite often, which wasmon enough for her, but she just wouldn''t learn


    As she wrote, the girl chanted, "Daddy doesn''t love me. Mommy doesn''t love me. I''m a poor unloved child...”


    Jazz was speechless at the little girl. He nced at her and handed her two more sheets of paper. "Good girl. You''re getting better every day."


    Jazz took a shower, casually wrapped up in a robe, andy down on the bed. Somehow the scene of Essa protecting him came back to his mind.


    It was a wonderful feeling, a man being protected by a woman. It was strange though. Jazz narrowed his eyes. He felt good...


    The next morning, at breakfast, Summer sensed that Jazz was in a good mood. His lips were slightly curled up with a smile. And he was kind of


    entranced


    Summer raised her eyebrows and tapped his te with her fork. It made a crisp sound. "Jazz, your spoon is about to reach your nose."


    Immediately, Jazz got out of his trance. He asked, "What?"


    Summerughed and shook her head, "Tell me what you were thinking about. Why are you all smiles?”


    Charlotte was drinking her soup. The little girl nibbled on her spoon, "Mommy, it wasn''t a smile. It was a daydream.”


    Summer frowned at her, "Don''t interject in our grown-ups’ conversation! Eat your breakfast and then write three more pages!”


    No!" Charlotte flung her spoon on


    the te Her little pink face was’


    filled with anger. "Didn''t you ask me


    to pragtice my handwriting? The


    ettets I wrote yesterday were


    daydreams. Didn''t I use them right?