Part: 93 A dilemma

I scrambled into my dress and dashed to his room. He is standing on the balcony, holding the railing.

Why did he come here like this from the playroom? I wondered confusingly.

I slowly walked to him and hugged him from behind, placing my head on his chest and firmly wrapping my arms around him. "I'm sorry for spoiling everything." As I apologised, he removed my hands from his body.

I felt hurt because he is so angry.

As he turned around and clasped my face, I narrowed my brows bemusedly, seeing guilt in his eyes. "Why are you saying sorry, Butterfly? I hurt you, I should say sorry to you. I couldn't keep my promise. I shouldn't have used the clamps on you."

Right now he is in great remorse after hurting me.

But it isn't his fault. It was our mutual decision to use the clamps.

And I'm shocked that this was the reason, he disappeared from the room and I was thinking that I disappointed him.

I can't see him like this, in guilt when it's not his mistake.

"Are you crazy? It isn't yo