The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1777

At this point, Jazz looked arrogant. "So are you going to take my car?” As the saying went, "Gifts blind eyes." Essa pursed her mouth slightly and then fell silent

This was a critical moment, so she didn't want to argue with him. If she was really kicked out of the car and couldn't make it to her brother's surgery, she would regret it.

As long as she endured this time, everything could be solved. Therefore, she decided to hold back her anger!

"You'd better be quiet and get real. That's how you make people like you!"

Essa frowned angrily and completelyNôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

ignored his words. Why should she let him like her?

Cn the way, the traffic was so jammed that it was hard for Jazz to drive forward. Essa was so anxious that she was torn with anxiety.

Jazz raised his eyebrows, started the car, and weaved through the narrow gaps in the traffic. Even though he saw the red light, he didn't stop driving and ran the red light.

Locking at the red light, as a traffic cop, Essa became agitated. "Will you obey the traffic rules? If you keep weaving in and out of traffic, what if you have an accident? Do you know how many car accidents happen every year because of disobeying the traffic rules?"

Hearing Essa’s words, Jazz didn't say a word, put his foot on the brake, and suddenly slammed on the brakes. Then the car lurched forward, and Essa’s forehead hit the car.

"No problem. Then [I'll obey the traffic rules. In this situation, I guess we have to wait for two or three hours. Let's keep waiting. Do you want to listen to a little more music?" He looked relaxed, with a smile on his face.

Essa was speechless. She bit her lip and didn't say anything. Jazz put one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand casually on the leather seat. "At this point, should we run the red light or not?"

Essa lifted her wrist and looked at the time. She hesitated for a few seconds and then grunted, "Yes..."

Jazz raised his-eyebrows. "What are you talking about? didn't hear you." ‘Let's runthe red light! But you have" to drive > Safely and not hit other peopley eY Given the circumstances, she-anly broke the law once and wotild never do it again. Content ©

"You're the one who decided to break the rules, and you're the one who said those pretty words. How could you be so sophisticated?" Jazz looked at her.

Essa locked a little embarrassed, coughed gently, and didn't say anything because she really wasn't justified in the matter.

Jazz kept driving forward. And Jazz had very remarkable driving skills,”

because he could drive o spontaneously in narrow traffic. His driving skills were comparable to that of a race car driver.

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With Jazz's™help, it took Essa twenty minutes © get to the hospital. =~ Essa's mother was the only one waiti ng J outside for the operation. She-was agitated and pacedback and forth .to -

Seeing this, Essa rushed up to hold her mother’s hand. "Mom, how is my brother?"

"Your brother is already in surgery. I don't know anything about the rest.” Essa's mother looked worriedly at the emergency room

"Don't worry. My brother will be fine! He's definitely going to be okay!" Essa reassured her mother with a resolute tone.

If one couldn't even convince oneself with one’s words, how could one convince the others?

Perhaps because Essa's tone was too firm, Essa’s mother sighed with relief and finally sat down on the bench outside the operating room. Jazz did not leave, but stood opposite Essa, leaning against the wall, and waited with them.

The process of waiting was often the most torturous because one never knew what to expect, whether it would be survival, death, hope, or endless despair.

Time passes quietly minute by minute. At this point, only the breathing of these three people could be heard in the air.