The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 119

Due to his youth, he lacked the stature of a man, yet he looked neat and had calmness beyond his age.

He stood out from afar, and Summer easily caught sight of it. He also attracted the awe of passersby.

She walked up to him and noticed his freezing hands. Letting out a sigh, she handed him a pair of gloves," Put them on."

"You kept them?" Jazz responded with a cheerful look.

"I made these gloves. Of course, I would have them. Put them on quickly. How long have you waited?"

"I just arrived."

From how he looked, Summer could tell that he had waited for quite some time, but she didn't want to show it.

They entered the opera and found their seats in a private box on the first floor.

Their view of the stage was unobstructed.

The performance began shortly after 8:30 pm. She had a liking for Chopin's pieces, and today, every performance was Chopin's famous compositions.

The music was full of enthusiasm, without restraint, and expressive.

Such wonderful music would have brought enjoyment, and one could be lost in passion, vent, and relaxation.

She loved to relax and be indulged entirely in this kind of music.

Sometimes, listening to a piano recital was also a form of releasing tension.

While she was engrossed in the music, Jazz couldn't take his eyes off her. He too, fell in love with her.

To be by her side was happiness, yet so superficial...

Their conversation lacked clarity.

But, on the table, a bouquet of lilies was clearly visible.

She guessed that the bouquet was his choice of flowers, as earlier described by Amara.

Yet, she wasn't expecting to witness this scene.

Santabaca was not a big city, neither was it a small one. But such an encounter was really dumbfounding.

"Ms. Hart, what are you looking at?" Jazz asked curiously.

Summer retracted her sight. Calmly, she replied, "It's nothing. It’s getting late. Let's go."

Without suspecting anything, Jazz nodded, and they both left together.