The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 305

Coaxing a child was easy. When Charlotte heard about ice cream, she smacked her little pink lips and

licked them greedily with her tongue. Even her eyes sparkled. She stretched out three little fingers and

said, "Grandma, can I have chocolate-flavored ice cream, and eat three of them."

"Okay, three chocolate-flavored ice creams for Charlotte." Daisy smiled as she carried Charlotte to the

refrigerator and asked her to choose her ice cream.

Taking this opportunity, Summer and Amara sneaked out of the house.

The two of them took a taxi to said company. Stepping into the lobby, Summer went directly to the

reception t o inquire, while Amara was looking at the majestic and beautiful decoration.

The lady at the reception asked them to wait for a while, while she called the secretary’s office.

A reply came after a while, asking Summer to take the elevator directly to the company president's

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Summer thanked the lady at the reception and then entered the elevator with Amara. The question that

puzzled her was who the company president was.

In fact, she should have asked the lady at the reception about the surname of the president, but she

had forgotten to.

But she was to meet him soon. So it mattered little.

When Summer pushed open the door of the president's office, a face that she could not have been

more familiar with came into view. She was utterly stunned, staring at him blankly, even thinking that

she was having a hallucination.

Wearing a suit, Jazz got up and walked towards her, step by step, with a smile that looked like the

burning sun of July, bright and hot, on his charming face.

At last, he stopped just one pace away from her and stared fixedly at her. "Reserve my love for you

with golden quill..."

Just like four years ago, she was standing in front of the class, and he was languidly slumped in his

seat in the last row, looking at her just like he was now, and uttered the poem: 'Reserve my love for you

with golden quill...'

But compared to four years ago, there were indeed some differences.

Compared to four years ago, Jazz was now a little taller. His naivety and immaturity of his salad days

had gone, replaced by maturity, elegance, and staidness.

Summer snapped back and chuckled. The only thing about him that was still unchanged was his

temperament.

He came forward and gave her a big hug before she could react to it. He could smell the pleasing faint

fragrance that gave him a sense of unspeakable satisfaction.

Reunited after a long absence, a warm hug was a matter of course.

But after a long time, he still did not seem to let go. Summer had to remind him, "Jazz, I am

suffocating."

Hearing this, Jazz reluctantly let her go. "Are you surprised to see me this way after four long years?"

Summer nodded without the slightest hesitation. She was indeed surprised and even excited. His

transformation also surprised her.

Amara seemed to have noticed something. She could not be reconciled with the fact that Summer had

always been so lucky. She felt envious and jealous of Summer.

Four years ago, it was Mark, the charming man and dream lover of every woman in Santabaca.

Four years later, another outstanding man appeared again. The burning affection in his eyes was so

obvious, hot, and overwhelming.

Why was she not as lucky?

But this company president seemed to like Summer. If so, her husband would definitely have a bright

future i

n the company.

Thinking of this, she smiled again. With her own calculations in mind, she looked at Summer. "Since

you two know each other, I will excuse myself first, Summer. I have to go back and take care of Daniel."