A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 1747

"My name is Jazz Valentine. It's nice to meet you!" The man introduced himself formally.

"My name is Winston Reese. Nice to meet you, too." Winston felt a little shy. He blushed slightly.

The two greeted each other in a manly way. There was not a trace of a peculiar look in Jazz's eyes. He was polite and serious.

Essa was a little touched. She looked at the man steadily.

At the moment, she found that Jazz was not that bad. Winston's excited look showed that he liked Jazz.

"These are what you are looking for. Here you are." Jazz casually tossed a cowhide bag to Essa.

Essa opened the bag and found a pile of papers in it. Regarding the news, the evidence showed that it was not Jazz or the photographer who passed the information to the media but a reporter from another newspaper.

That journalist was Essa's enemy. She was not surprised that the journalist would give her out.

However, she realized that she had misunderstood Jazz and that she had been too impulsive. Thinking about what she had done last night, she felt ashamed of herself.

Essa's lips twitched and she was about to apologize to Jazz. But before she could say

anything, Jazz spoke first, "Now do you know I’m innocent? By the way, you have a terrible choice of men."

"What do you mean?"

"I just heard you guys while you were quarreling. Then I got thirsty, so I went downstairs to buy a bottle of water." He shrugged his shoulders and shook the water bottle in his hand.

"I know it was my fault. I was out of my mind. I sincerely apologize to you. But you are a man. I don't think you would be bothered with me, would you? People say that men have a big heart."

There was a smile on the corner of Jazz's mouth, and his thin lips curled upward teasingly. "I think you're wrong about me. I'm not as a broad-minded man as you think I am. You overestimate me."

"Even in the fairy tale, I would be Cinderella's stepmother, not a great king."

Hearing the man's words, Essa was speechless. He himself had stated him being such tit for tat, so what else could she say?

"How do you think about this? Wait for me here. I'll go downstairs and get a bowl of soup, and then you pour it over my head in the same way. How about that?"

She was deliberately being sarcastic, but with a serious look on her face, and gave the proposal in an earnest way.