My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 565 No Next Time

"Miss, who are you referring to?"

Anthony was suddenly confused by my abrupt question.

"The bodyguard, Zack. He served as a bodyguard after he left the army. He was Nicholas Forger's pal, and he had a blind fiancée.

He instantly knew whom I was talking about. "Your question is very direct, Miss. You are already sure that I know this person."

"Do you know him?"

"If you want, I will surely tell you everything I know. After all, it is my responsibility toward you which I cannot elude."

His tone…

He was letting me know about both his loyalty and predicament.

He was smart enough to put even me in a dilemma.

"Forget it. I don't want to put you in a tough spot because of this. I happened to hear about a special story. I'm not that curious anyway. I'm sure Shawn knows."

"Yes, Miss." He admitted to that without hesitation.

My curiosity grew after I hung up the call, but I came to understand one thing—this was not something I should interfere with.

And I definitely shouldn't be so curious about it.

Feeling frustrated, I let out another sigh.

I could have let this go if I didn't know about it, but now that I knew, I couldn't help feeling curious. It was just budding curiosity at first, but Joseph and Anthony's attitude made it way worse for me.

It seemed like the truth would be extremely depressing.

Depressing…

Why was that the word that came to mind?

I continued to sigh as I tried to shake those thoughts out of my head. After spending the entire afternoon zoning out in the ward, I had a quick bite and went to bed. It was until 12.00AM when someone knocked on my door that I opened my eyes and quietly stared at the ceiling.

"President Felix, Mr. Hastings' injury is acting up again."

I put on some proper clothes and was out the door the next moment.

"Gary, what happened?"

"Mr. Hastings was heavily injured, and the healing is not going as well as expected. He suffered a relapse and was transferred to the operating room."

I waited at the door for two hours before Ezekiel was brought out of the operating room. Gary had to leave because something came up at work last minute. Before he left, he promised to return in two hours.

That meant that I had to take care of Ezekiel for two hours.

"No next time." I exposed him on the spot.

I knew he purposely left to give me and Ezekiel time alone.

But Ezekiel and me…

We would never get too close.

After Ezekiel was brought into a ward, I stood guard outside the door instead of following him into the ward. I wanted to leave after he woke up.

Half an hour later, a special care nurse came out and told me, "Ms. Felix, Mr. Hastings is looking for you. He said he wants to talk to you."

I got up when I heard that. "Thank you."

The moment I entered the ward, I saw Ezekiel lying in bed with an oxygen mask on. When he saw me coming in, he took off the oxygen mask and looked at me with a deep gaze as he asked, "Ms. Felix, are you hiding from me? I feel like you're intentionally keeping your distance. Are you worried that Shawn would misunderstand?"

"You and I are not that close."

His gaze suddenly dimmed when I said that. I must have hurt him with my words. "Yes, it is as you think. Indeed, we are not close."

Awkwardness instantly filled the air in the ward.

All of a sudden, his face turned deathly pale, and he squeezed his eyes close as though he was holding something back.

"What's wrong?" I began to panic and I asked, "Should I get the doctor?!"

"It's gastric pain. I didn't have dinner."

"I'll get you some medicine for it."

I rushed out of the ward right after saying that, and that was when the special care nurse asked me what was wrong. After I told her about Ezekiel's condition, she reminded me, "Mr. Hastings can't take any medicine after coming out of critical condition. He has to bear with it."

"What should I do, then?" I asked.

"You can give him warm water or soup."

And where exactly was I supposed to get soup from in the middle of the night?

Instead, I went back to Ezekiel's ward and poured him a glass of warm water. Seeing how he struggled with taking even one sip, I called the special care nurse to come in and help him.

Upon hearing this, the nurse hurriedly said, "Ms. Felix, Mr. Hastings doesn't usually let us get close to him. You didn't see what happened to the other nurse, did you? She was… she was eyeing Mr. Hastings, and she touched his finger when he was out of it. Mr. Hastings proceeded to complain about the incident to the director of the hospital, and the nurse was fired as a result. I wouldn't dare give him water."

So, this was why I only saw one special care nurse now.

I turned to the silent man. He might look gentle and friendly, but he was actually as stubborn as a mule.

Sighing, I told the nurse to leave the ward.

I only turned to Ezekiel after the nurse left. "May I touch you?" I asked.

He smiled. His silence was enough of an answer for me to bring the glass of warm water over. I then helped him up and he leaned against my shoulder before I fed him the water.

"I understand that germaphobes like you don't like being touched. Shawn is the same. He doesn't let anyone but me near him."





"I'm not a germaphobe."

"You are!" I insisted.

He took a sip of water. "Are you trying to numb yourself, Ms. Felix?"

I suddenly sighed dispiritedly, "What do you want from me, then?"

How was I supposed to handle my relationship with him?

How do I get along with him?!

I really didn't want to get myself in trouble!