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?

think about

porridge that Ezekiel had prepared. This was his gesture of goodwill, so even if

pick up the bowl, there was a knock on the door. Ezekiel and Andrew wouldn't knock when they were coming

asked, "Who is

"It's me, Petala."

So, it was Robina.

"Come in."

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.

tray didn't look

leftovers?" I

they're from

tray, so I added

Hastings for the past few days, and I'm not

tentatively, "Oh,

we can't

Ezekiel warned you

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

as Mike, and sometimes as Mr.

do we have

can't guess Mike's

any further. Recalling Ezekiel's words, I asked softly,

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

there were clothes

a white lace

want to

Felix, if you need anything, just let me

and I was left alone in the spacious room. I lay on the bed, thinking about Shawn. The moment

sadness stemmed from

not even the slightest

my finger on my 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. Yes, cries could be

the white dress and pushed the window open, barefooted. Apart from the pouring rain, I couldn't see anything unusual. However,

the entrance, I spotted Ezekiel standing not far from the door. He was clad in a pristine white

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