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.
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