A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 1763

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

"I'm so hungry. How can I watch my manners? Besides, manners are for elegant ladies, 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 flavor 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 bowl carefully.

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

During the meal, Essa concentrated on tasting the food, while Jazz was distracted. His eyes glanced 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 so late! You guys are still having romance here, huh?" The man walking in the front smiled playfully. "Take out your money. Don't make us do it."

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 looked 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, the laughter of the gangsters grew louder. 'Looks 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 glanced back at Jazz. "Stay behind me!"

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

The gangsters burst out laughing. They glanced 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.

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 accurate, 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.