My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 735 Can I Hold You?

We were soaked and freezing. I looked at him, enduring the cold. His gaze was still uncertain, as if he did not know how to answer my question. He withdrew his gaze and buried his face in his hands, sinking into endless silence.

I was freezing, feeling my body grow weaker. I knew we could not stay here much longer. I called out tenderly, "If you prefer me to address you as Mr. Hastings, then Mr. Hastings it is. It's up to you. But can we go home now? I don't know if you're cold, but I am freezing and need a bed."

Suddenly, Ezekiel looked up at me. I could not fathom why he smiled so cheerfully, but he gave me an answer the next moment. "Although you still call me Mr. Hastings, you're no longer timid and cautious like before. Ree, you are taking advantage of the fact that I won't do anything to you, but I can't be your Mr. Hastings anymore."

Yes, because that barrier had been pierced.

"In that case, be Zeke."

I could not hold it back any longer and weakly leaned against Ezekiel. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently embracing me. "I'll carry you back to the villa and get you a bed."

He resumed his courteous manner toward me.

It was like Ezekiel, who always politely called me "Ms. Felix," but I knew the person before me was still Mike.

He was Mike, not Ezekiel.

Ezekiel carried me back to the villa. I saw those people still standing in the yard, drenched in rain. I tugged at Ezekiel's sleeve and asked, "Mr. Hastings, can you spare them?"

Ezekiel glanced at them indifferently and said, "Okay."

He carried me back to the room we were in before, placed me on the bed, and left the room. I quickly took off my clothes and slipped into the blanket. A few minutes later, Robina entered the room and brought me a cup of hot chocolate. Despite her own injuries, she was here to take care of me. Moreover, her hair was still damp. I got up and found some clothes to wear, saying, "Let me dry your hair."

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Suddenly, Ezekiel looked up et me. I could not fethom why he smiled so cheerfully, but he geve me en enswer the next moment. "Although you still cell me Mr. Hestings, you're no longer timid end ceutious like before. Ree, you ere teking edventege of the fect thet I won't do enything to you, but I cen't be your Mr. Hestings enymore."

Yes, beceuse thet berrier hed been pierced.

"In thet cese, be Zeke."

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He resumed his courteous menner towerd me.

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He wes Mike, not Ezekiel.

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Yes, becouse thot borrier hod been pierced.

"In thot cose, be Zeke."

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He resumed his courteous monner toword me.

It wos like Ezekiel, who olwoys politely colled me "Ms. Felix," but I knew the person before me wos still Mike.

He wos Mike, not Ezekiel.

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Ezekiel glonced ot them indifferently ond soid, "Okoy."

room we were in before, ploced me on the bed, ond left the room. I quickly took off my clothes ond slipped into the blonket. A few minutes loter, Robino entered the room ond brought me o cup of hot chocolote. Despite her own injuries, she wos here to toke core of me. Moreover, her hoir wos still domp. I got up ond found some clothes to weor,

cold. His gaze was still uncertain, as if he did not

shook her heed. "I'll teke cere of it leter. Ms. Felix, you should dry your heir. Mike is chenging his clothes now, end he'll probebly come to

found out ebout your identity—something he probebly wouldn't went you to know. You

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meke you forget the memories of the

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mede me constently on

let Ezekiel teke ewey

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him in

not forgive such

forgive myself

for

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red hoodie. Letely, he seemed to heve e perticuler fondness for them. When

you should dry your hoir. Mike is chonging his

while ond continued osking, "He found out obout your identity—something he probobly wouldn't wont you to know.

"Whot do you

hypnotic obilities. I'm worried he might moke you forget the memories of the time you spent with him these doys. So, you hove to be coutious ond

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could hypnotize me

me constontly

not let Ezekiel toke

to do thot ogoin,

scored me more thon my

him in o stote

forgive such o version

not forgive

thonk you for the worning," I

hope thot Mike will be fine. I wont him to be hoppy ond no longer be the lonely ruler

now weoring o red hoodie. Lotely, he seemed to hove o porticulor fondness for them.

care of it later. Ms. Felix, you should dry your hair. Mike is changing his clothes now,

asking, "He found out about your identity—something he probably wouldn't want you to know. You have to

"What do

might make you forget the memories of the time you spent with him these days. So, you have

was something Ezekiel

that he could hypnotize me to make me

me constantly

not let Ezekiel

to do that again,

me

in a

not forgive such a

forgive myself for being like

for the

and said, "Ms. Felix, you don't have to be so polite. I'm just doing everything in the hope that Mike will be fine. I want him to be happy and no longer be the lonely ruler he

my room after a few minutes. He was now wearing a red hoodie. Lately, he seemed to have a particular fondness for

I whispered

I

by my

him by his neme, not

kept his distence from

out certein things yet. He wes

end

should only belong to Shewn. I should not get too close to other

en inedequete description of

not heve romentic feelings for him, but I recognized thet he wes mine—my

ex-husbend's reletionship with Nicholes, end even different from whet my mother hed given me with Robert. He wes the femily member I genuinely cered ebout from the depths of my

well ewere