The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 37

There was no doubt to that, but frowning with her brows knitted, she asked, "Then, could you think of

any other place he might have gone?"

“Nope,” he replied without hesitation. Facing and looking in her eyes for a moment, he spoke up again,"

Although there might be someone who can find him, someone who he would talk to."

She could tell what he was thinking of from the way h e looked at her. Feeling doubtful, she asked,

"How are you so sure that he would want to talk to me? What if h e doesn't?"

Lips twitching upwards, his slender fingers knocked lightly on the steering and refuted, "But what if he

does?"

After thinking about it for a moment, she scornfully said, "Then I'll do whatever you say, but what about

you? What if you were wrong?"

His eyes had seemingly lit up. He was happy with her reply. Then, he replied her brashly, "Do you think

I could be wrong, Miss Hart?"

"Why not?” she scoffed while looking away from him. She was annoyed with the look on his face.

His confidence adding to his poise, he smirked, "Then, I'll do as you wish as well," he continued leaning

into his seat, "only if I was wrong."

Satisfied with his promise, she dialled in Jazz's number and waited, all done in Mark's face.

After a few rings, the call was connected.

It was quiet on the other end. She could only hear Jazz breathing steadily and a soft sound of snow

falling.

Unexpecting of him to pick up, she was surprised.

With the outline of his toned figure showing, she saw Mark sitting relaxingly and smiling knowingly from

the corner of her eyes. She gritted her teeth.

However, she didn't let her frustration show in her voice. Careful with her tone, she softly asked, "Hey

Jazz, where are you now? Would it be fine with you if I went over?"

And surprisingly, he agreed.

But there was a condition: only she alone could go.

Walking towards the lake located in the middle of the campus, her gaze fell onto the figure sitting by the

bench.

It seems that he had been there for quite a while as there was snow dusting his coat and hair. She

could not tell what he was thinking of as he was just sitting still and blankly staring ahead.

"Jazz," she called out to him softly as she approached closer.

Lifting his head, he stood up and stepped towards her. Fiercely, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

Flabbergasted, she jumped a bit, and when she realised what he was doing, she tried to push him Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

away. As she was doing so, her gaze lingered on a tree not far away.

There was someone under the tree.

Even though he was just a teenager, Jazz was still a foot taller than her and much stronger than her.

"Jazz, could you let go of me please?"

Sighing, she stopped struggling and patted off the snow that has fallen on him.

He snuggled his freezing face into her neck, drawn to the warmth. His voice was hoarse when he

asked," Did you come alone?"

Despite feeling slightly nervous and guilty for lying, she nodded.

Letting her go, he sat on the bench once again. He was only wearing his uniform which did not provide

the warmth he should have.

Looking at her once more, his balled his fists and tried to control his tone, "When did you get to know

my brother?"

Summer sat down next to him and told him the truth," We met on a mutual friend's wedding."

"So, both of you have already known each other when you came over to tutor me?"

She nodded.

"Why did you marry him?” asked Jazz while he watched the snow fall into the lake and disappear as

they touch the surface.

Based on what he understood of his brother, he knew that his brother isn't one who would rush into

marriage. Plus, he was sure that his brother wasn't over Baine.

"I have been pregnant with his child for about a month now...,” she explained truthfully as she did not

want to hide it from him.