My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 733 I’m Not Happy

Surprised, I felt astonishment rising in my heart. Why did he suddenly ask me this? After all, "Zeke" was himself, and he couldn't be unaware of that. So, why that sudden question?

I hesitated and called out, "Mr. Hastings?"

"My name is Ezekiel Hastings."

Suddenly, he introduced himself to me.

"So, who is this 'Zeke' that you mentioned?"

His expression turned cold as he sat next to me, staring at me. I couldn't withstand his scrutinizing gaze.

I countered, "Who do you think I am, Mr. Hastings?"

My true identity couldn't be hidden forever.

But how should I come clean?

I was afraid that he would hypnotize me and make me forget this part of my memories.

Hearing my question, he didn't get angry but raised his hand to rub his head. He had been doing this often lately, and the bells on his wrist jingled with the movement. Ezekiel looked down at the two bells on his wrist, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

At that moment, I was torn about whether to be honest.

I tentatively asked in a gentle tone, "Mr. Hastings, is the name 'Zeke' important to you? If I were to tell you..."

Ezekiel suddenly stood up. "I'm tired. Finish your porridge and rest early. It looks like it'll rain later. Make sure to cover yourself well at night."

He cut off the conversation intentionally.

Suddenly, I understood that he was backing away.

Ezekiel left the room. I couldn't help but worry about his reaction when he saw the footage of me and Shawn. Given his current jealous and possessive nature, he would definitely target Shawn.

What should I do?

well, I'll think about it

and shifted my gaze to the bowl of white porridge that Ezekiel had prepared.

to pick up the bowl, there was a knock on the door. Ezekiel and Andrew

"Who

"It's me, Petala."

So, it was Robina.

"Come in."

tray in her hand. She placed it in front of me and explained with a smile, "Mr. Hastings has never cooked before, and I could already guess how his cooking would turn out. That's why I suggested making simple plain porridge; it's hard to go wrong with that. However, when I saw that nearly half a bag of salt was used, I knew that Mr. Hastings' porridge must have been a failure. So, I brought you some food for dinner. It's already late,

the tray didn't look as

leftovers?"

from

have much appetite. There was a bowl of clear soup on the tray, so I added some rice to it and took a few mouthfuls. Then, I asked,

past few days, and I'm not

asked tentatively, "Oh, where is

can't

Ezekiel warned

want anyone to disturb him here. Therefore, we cannot disclose his whereabouts. Ms. Felix, rest assured during

she referred to him as Mike, and sometimes as Mr.

do we have

can't

Recalling Ezekiel's words, I asked softly,

weather forecast, and it said there will be rain. But I'm not sure if it will really rain. There are some

were clothes by the

a white

want

you need anything, just

in the spacious room. I lay on the bed, thinking about Shawn. The moment he kissed me, my

stemmed

to see him hurt, not even the slightest

lips and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Less than half an hour later, heavy rain poured outside, and amidst the sound of rain, there were also wailing cries.

put on the white dress and pushed the window open, barefooted. Apart from the pouring rain, I couldn't see anything unusual. However, the cries continued to intensify, sounding like cries of pain, like the

from the door.