Dante's grip on Mireille's wrist was tight as he led her into the living room.

Apart from the words he had said to her back in the rooftop, he had not said any other thing to her.

His face which had been soft when he was begging her to get down was now very hard.

"Sit" he said to her and made her sit on the sofa.

Dante took in a deep breath before sitting down beside her.

"Do you realise what could have happened? Do you know that you could have tripped and ...