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?

I'll think about

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

the bowl, there was a knock on the door. Ezekiel and Andrew wouldn't knock

"Who is

"It's me, Petala."

So, it was Robina.

"Come in."

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

on the tray didn't look

leftovers?"

from last

the tray, so I added some rice to it and took a few mouthfuls. Then, I asked, "Robina, why

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

"Oh,

we can't

Ezekiel warned you

that he doesn't want anyone to disturb him here. Therefore, we cannot disclose his whereabouts. Ms. Felix, rest

him as Mike, and sometimes as Mr.

Robina, "How long do we

we can't

Robina any further. Recalling Ezekiel's words, I asked softly, "Will it rain

rain. But I'm not sure if it will really rain. There are some

there were clothes by the

was a

you, I want to rest

need anything, just let me

left, and I was left alone in the spacious room. I lay on the bed, thinking about Shawn. The moment he kissed me, my heart melted, and all my worries and fears dissipated, yet I still felt sad for

sadness stemmed from his

to see him hurt, not even the slightest pain. I wished

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,

first, I wasn't sure, but the cries grew more frequent. I put on the white dress and pushed the window open, barefooted. Apart from the pouring rain, I couldn't see anything unusual. However, the

I descended the stairs to the entrance, I spotted Ezekiel standing not far from