My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 650

Chapter 650 Are You Comforting Me?

I realized that my question was foolish.

"Ms. Felix, you are Shawn's wife. If our speculations are correct, it's understandable that he would harbor resentment toward you. You don't need to concern yourself with these matters," Ezekiel reminded me.

Upon hearing this, Owen hesitated and anxiously asked, "What did you speculate?"

In an instant, I understood that Ezekiel had deliberately led him on.

Ezekiel smiled warmly but remained silent. We arrived at Xenos Manor close to midnight. Considering the late hour, Colin suggested that we all rest for the night. However, I hesitated to stay alone in the vast Xenos Manor, feeling unsettled by its emptiness. Reluctantly, I agreed, noticing that everyone seemed tired.

Xenos Manor was always well-guarded and maintained. I instructed Gary to arrange for Ezekiel and the others to rest.

Sitting in the front hall, I stared at the pouring rain outside and said, "Gary, the mansion is too big for me to sleep alone. Can you stay with me?"

Gary took a seat beside me and replied, "Yes, President Felix."

"President Felix, what are you afraid of?" he asked curiously.

"I'm not entirely sure. It's just that this mansion is too big. When Shawn was with me last time, I didn't feel scared. I even found it intriguing. However, when he's not around, I feel frightened. Perhaps it's because this mansion has stood for so long, and it has trapped so many unfortunate souls within its walls. Many people have lost their lives here. That might be why," I explained.

Gary chuckled and inquired, "President Felix, do you believe in ghosts and spirits?"

Shaking my head, I replied, "No, I don't believe in them, but my heart is still restless."

Suddenly, Ezekiel's voice emanated from behind.

He gently called out, "Ms. Felix."

Hearing this, Gary stood up and said, "There are clothes in the car. President Felix, I'll fetch you a jacket so you won't catch a cold during the night."

Just as Waylen took care of everything regarding Shawn, Gary took care of me in all aspects of work and life. I knew very well that he wanted to make room for Ezekiel.

I sat on the steps in the front hall, propping my chin with my hand as I watched the gusty wind and rain outside the eaves. After Gary departed, Ezekiel took his place and sat beside me.

"Ms. Felix, your wound needs to be treated," he said.

Examining my arm, I replied, "It's no longer bleeding."

"Let me put a bandage on it to prevent infection," he suggested.

Having spoken, Ezekiel handed me two adhesive bandages. His palm was broad and fair, while his fingers were slender and strong.

Just like Shawn, he had a pair of beautiful hands.

I accepted them and asked, "Where did you get these?"

I hadn't seen him visit a pharmacy since we met.

In a low voice, Ezekiel explained, "I asked the restaurant owner for them. They happened to have some. Originally, I planned to give them to you earlier, but I didn't want to be too impulsive in front of everyone, so I thought of giving them to you privately."

Reacting instinctively, I replied, "Ah, there's no need to be so restrained."

Shaking his head, he said, "Ms. Felix, you're someone else's wife. It's just a matter of being cautious. I don't want to cause you any trouble, and I don't want others to notice my feelings for you."

I responded, "I'll keep

rain with a faint look in his eyes, and he explained, "I'm a dangerous person. If people

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clothes and draped them over me. After expressing my gratitude, I heard him say, "President Felix, I'll go and check on Owen to avoid any accidents.

he has something to eat,"

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at me with confusion. "Ms.

to staying here, and I don't feel very sleepy. I'll just sit in the living

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