Chapter 1942 The Choice is Made
- The veins on his forehead popped. God knew what he just went through. If he hadn't caught her, she could have died. The possibility of her dying alone was already torturing enough for him. "It's alright. You don't have to say sorry. Hold tight. I'll pull you up." He pulled her up as hard as he could.
- He didn't need her apology, for she had done that many times in her nightmares. She kept apologizing to her family, so he didn't want her to apologize anymore. It was fine with him. He pulled her back a moment later, and no harm was done.
- He closed the window and turned the heater on. The maid had gone out, leaving her and him alone. She looked at him, whispering, "I had no idea what happened, honey. I was asleep, and it's like I got out of bed myself to go to the balcony. I had no idea why I would do something as dangerous as that."