The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 208

Summer stood on the spot until Jazz went out of sight. Blinking her welled up eyes, she left the airport t

o return to the school.

She had always not been a sentimental person, but at the moment, she was. She just could not bear to

see Jazz go.

The afternoon class ended quickly. But during the class, she could not help glancing at the seat in the

last row by the window.

It was as if she could still see the charming boy lying his head lazily on the table and dozing off, and

when the sun shone in through the window, it coated him with a faint glow.

That was not all; she seemed to have heard that boy humming with his naughty voice, 'Beserve my

love for you with golden quill, and precious phrase by all the muses filed.’

He left to fly higher. So how could she break his wings?

Some girls in the class had not given up asking his whereabouts. So Summer told them the truth, that

he had applied to leave the school and gone to Athana.

They all had a disappointed look on their faces,

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After getting off work, she went to the tuition class again to help the boy do revision.

The pay was good. She could earn up to $2,000 per month for an hour tuition each day.

Her salary as a teacher was over $3,000 a month, so it added up to over $5,000. After deducting her

monthly expenses, she was still left with $2,500.

She set a goal for herself to pay back $30,000 to Sherman in a year, and she believed she would

eventually pay it off.

It was French class today. The boy's French proficiency was apparently not up to snub. He made many

grammatical mistakes and could not remember the vocabulary, i

So, it took some time. It was 9:00pm, nearly two hours later when the tuition was over.

The boy's parents were still hospitable and invited her to stay for dinner. She politely declined. They

offered t o drive her home, and she also declined. She said there were still buses at this time.

It was the last bus for the day. So it was not as crowded and noisy as during the day. There were only

five passengers, including her, onboard.

It was ten something when the bus stopped in front of a bus stop sign. She got down and shivered as

she walked against the chilly night wind.

The weather at 10:00 pm in the winter was not comparable to that in summer. There were no

pedestrians on the streets except for vehicles.

She crossed the street and came into the dark, long alley she had to pass through to get to the

apartment every day.

Although she had told the landlady, yet the street lights here had not been fixed. The alley was long,

narrow, and dark.

As she walked into the pitch-dark and quiet alley, she literally whistled in the dark.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from behind her. She could hear it clearly and knew that it was

definitely not a hallucination.

She picked up her pace and took bigger steps while secretly glancing back with the corner of her eye.

She did not want them to know that she was alert.

"She is alone. Hurry up and stop her." The rude voice o f a man came from behind.

Summer's heart pounded violently. Gritting her teeth, she ran as quick as she could, and the only

sound she could hear right now was the air whistling past her.

But this group of people had come prepared. As soon a s that man's voice trailed off, a few more

roguish men appeared in front of her.

She halted in her tracks, gritting her teeth as she was forced to backtrack. Her cold hands were

sweating profusely.