Lying in bed, Essa scrolled through her phone. Her eyebrows furrowed, she pondered for a long time. Finally, she clicked on WhatsApp and messaged him," Thank you".
There was no response. Essa tossed the phone aside. After about ten minutes, she glanced at her phone again. But still, there was no response. She frowned and grimaced with annoyance. She was too easily touched!
She thought about the kiss she had with Jazz earlier, and how she had been completely lost. Abruptly, she shook her head. Her head was in turmoil. She was out of her mind!
Closing her eyes, Essa put her phone on mute and got ready for sleep.
Charlotte had been punished by her mother in the afternoon, so she was in a bad mood and a bit clingy this evening. The little girl was lying on Jazz's shoulder and couldn’t stop crying.
Although Jazz knew she was playing miserable, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for her. He carried her in his arms and gently coaxed her.
Charlotte was clinging to Jazz’s neck, like a wombat. She wouldn’t let go of his neck. She demanded to sleep with him. She wouldn't get off of him.
Jazz had no choice but to carry her to his room. She snuggled up to his chest and grabbed his shirt with her little hands.
It took Jazz a long time to put her to sleep.
Then he carried her back to her room.
Picking up his phone, he saw an unread message. He clicked on the message with his lengthy finger. "Thank you!"
'She got so modest now?'
Jazz stared at the message for a moment, and his finger was on the phone screen.
He wanted to reply to her something. He thought for a while but couldn't figure out how to reply. He knew very well that whatever he replied, it would not be like him. It would be a little deliberate. So he gave it up.
The next morning, Essa took a day off. She didn't go to work. She went to the hospital to pay the bill. There was no suitable kidney source at the present. As soon as the hospital found a suitable kidney source, the doctor would do the transplantation for Winston.
Essa hadn't felt so relaxed for a long time, as if the stone on her chest had finally been removed. She was freed from the heavy and depressing shackles. The feeling of total relaxation was wonderful
Jazz didn't see her at the office. Then he heard that Essa had taken a leave. He raised an eyebrow. He thought she must have gone to the hospital.
He had nothing on his afternoon schedule, so he asked his assistant to prepare a fruit basket. He was going to drop by the hospital this afternoon.
When he walked into the hospital room, Essa was surprised. And her mother was dumbfounded as well. The mother tugged on Essa's sleeve and asked in a whisper,' Who is this?"
"I had told you last night. This is my boss."
Hearing Essa's reply, her mother stood up, took Jazz's hand, and heartly expressed her gratitude to him.
"It's no big deal, Mrs. Reese, don't worry about it. I was just stopping by." Jazz was modest, gentle, and looked elegant.
The mother’s eyes fastened on Jazz the whole time. She glanced at him from head to feet. She was pleased with him. She liked him.
Jazz was handsome. He was the CEO of the company. And he had good qualities. He was such a perfect man.
"Mr. Valentine, are you doing anything this afternoon? We're having dinner at home this evening. Would you like to come to our home for dinner?"
"Sure." "No--"
Jazz and Essa answered at the same time.
Essa glanced at Jazz. "Mom, Mr. Valentine is very busy this afternoon. He has a lot of contracts to sign. How can he spare any time to come to our home for dinner?"
"No, I have nothing to do this afternoon. I'm available." Jazz smiled lightly. He denied her claim.
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