The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 113

They were only on the third floor. A fall from that height wasn’t even guaranteed to be fatal.

Penelope pointed upward. “If you’re serious about this, I suggest you jump from the roof. Much more effective.”

As Zebulon stared at her in disbelief, she turned and walked out.

She had only descended a few steps when she heard him chasing after her.

“Penelope, I’m willing to die, but I can’t bear to leave you!”

“Just look at me! Can you really be this cruel?”

“I love you! I won’t break up with you! I won’t divorce you!”

Penelope was a mixture of furious and exasperated. A grown man resorting to crying, threatening, and staging a suicide attempt. It was utterly pathetic.

She reached the ground floor and strode toward the street. As she was crossing, a car suddenly sped toward her. She froze, stunned, but before she could react, someone pushed her hard from behind. With a screech of tires, she turned to see Zebulon lying on the ground, having been struck by the car.

For a moment, she was in shock.

Zebulon had just saved her life, without any regard for his own.

He lay there, his face twisted in pain, but his eyes were fixed on her with worry.

“Penelope… are you okay?”

Penelope took a deep breath, first calling for an ambulance, then kneeling beside him. A quick check showed no visible bleeding; his injuries probably weren't severe.

“Hang in there. The ambulance is on its way.”

“Penelope… you… hiss… I’m so glad you’re not hurt!” He gripped her hand tightly.

“I’m fine. Worry about yourself,” she said, frowning.

“Penelope… you have to believe me… I love you… I will only ever love you…”

“…”

“Maybe I made mistakes, but my love for you never changed.”

“…”

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