The President's Accidental Wife novel 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,

surprised by his sudden dropping out of school.

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

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.