Honey We Are Not Getting Remarried: Get Away From Me!

Elisa and the jumper observed as the police departed.

Determination shone in Elisa’s eyes. She understood that she could only rely on herself, and failure was not an option. She had to succeed.

Similarly, the two of them, each with their own hidden motives, began to chat aimlessly.

Elisa obtained a bag of beer from somewhere and slowly approached the man.

The person determined to end his life was very cautious, stopping Elisa when she was still two or three meters away from him.

“Stop right there! If you take one more step, I’ll jump!” he yelled.

Elisa remained silent, making calculations in her mind. If I turn around and rush over, there is no guarantee that I can safely pull him to the rooftop. Moreover, due to the rain, the rooftop is extremely slippery. He might accidentally slip and fall, making the situation much worse.

raised the beer in her

Elisa still had the mood to drink in

declined

and nonchalantly

genuinely thirsty. Tilting her head back, she drank more than half of it in one go. She couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh

contemplating suicide stared blankly at

tolerance wasn’t the best, so her face turned red almost instantly. However,

a drink together to establish a connection between them.

have a seriously

somewhat evasive, his psychological defenses seemingly shattered by Elisa’s few words.

position, refusing to admit defeat even in

absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” he

brushing off the raindrops on her clothes. “After you’re gone, how can you be certain that your wife will receive proper treatment and care? Even if she recovers, knowing that her life was exchanged for yours, how would she feel? Would she be able to accept it peacefully? If I remember