In My Desperate Time

"So what? He's good in bed. He's better than you. You can't make it even with the help of medicine!"
If I haven't heard it personally, I wouldn't believe that Jane, who looks quiet and obedient, would say such a thing.
But this is my beloved Jane.
However, what does she just say?
Andrew can't make it?
No wonder she is still a virgin after marrying him for so long.
I am truly grateful for that of Andrew, so that my woman is not tainted by this disgusting scumbag!
Just as I'm thinking about it, she suddenly turns around and smiles at me with her head tilted.
My heart instantly misses a beat.
"Do you mind asking someone to do me a favor?"
Of course.
Seeing her bright smile, I would still be willing even if she needs me to die now.
I nod. She walks over and says to me, "Have them both thrown down the stairs."
This is the second floor. They won't die.
I have them thrown downstairs again and again, but there is not much joy on her face.
Actually, most of the time, I don't know what she's thinking.
I walk over and sit down next to her, whispering, "Are you happy?"
"Not bad." She simply replies to me with two words.
After about five falls, the doctor checks them.
Andrew has two broken ribs, multiple injuries to his calf, and fractures his right arm.

Susan's injuries aren't as severe as Andrew's, but her legs are fractured. There is also a moderate fracture on her neck. Now,
she tilts her head like a clown, extremely ridiculous.
"Is that enough?" I ask Jane.
"Yeah." She answers me.
But I don't think it's enough.
When I accidentally touch her waist, she immediately frowns in pain and the cold sweat breaks out on her forehead.
Obviously, her injuries are indeed serious.
How can this be enough for her?
The culprit, Andrew, still has the strength to stare at her!
I look coldly at Andrew and say in a deep voice, "Throw this man down again. I want all his limbs to be broken."
After Andrew is thrown, Jane calls the police probably because she is afraid that things will go too far.
"Excuse me, is that the police? My ex-husband and his mother barged into my current residence and tried to kill me. They
accidentally rolled down the stairs and got hurt during the fight. Come and take them away."
Roll down the stairs and get hurt?
How does she come up with that?
To my surprise, she is so calm when she lies.
The more I get along with her, the more I find her adorable.
My feelings for her become more and more uncontrollable.
Soon, the police arrive and take the two away.
I look at Jane who is clutching her waist and whisper, "Come here."
Immediately, her gaze at me becomes frightened.

Am I that scary?
Is she so afraid of me?
She walks over slowly and stands in front of me.
I don't say anything and just look at her quietly, wanting to hug her tightly in my arms.
However, I'm afraid that I will accidentally hurt her with my strength.
"What is it?" She asks me.
I hug her tightly, my chin resting on her head, my hand gently touching her back, and in the end, it stays on her right waist.
"Does it hurt?" I gently press it, and she takes a deep breath.
"Nonsense."
"You deserve it."
Why don't you protect yourself? Why don't you tell me immediately?
What is going on in this woman's mind?
"You won't have to go to work this month."
With such a serious injury, she naturally needs to rest and recover.
However, she immediately rejects me and says, "If I don't work, how can I support myself and return your money?"