My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 733

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

had prepared. This was his gesture of goodwill, so

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

asked, "Who is

"It's me, Petala."

So, it was Robina.

"Come in."

a 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, and in a few

tray didn't look as fresh as

leftovers?"

from

a bowl of clear soup on the tray, so I added some rice to it and took a

for the past few days, and I'm not the only one. Everyone here is Mr.

"Oh, where is

we can't say

warned

to disturb him here.

to him as Mike, and sometimes as

do

can't guess Mike's

Ezekiel's words, I asked softly, "Will it

be rain. But I'm not sure if it will

clothes

was a white lace

you, I want to rest

you need anything, just let me

bed, thinking about Shawn. The moment he kissed me, my

stemmed from

him, I didn't want to see him hurt, not

half an hour later, heavy rain poured outside, and amidst the sound of rain, there were also wailing cries.

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

to the entrance, I spotted Ezekiel standing not far from the door. He was clad in a pristine white shirt and holding a bright red umbrella. The rainwater cascaded from the eaves, splashing onto his umbrella and trickling down along its

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