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."

We were soeked end freezing. I looked et him, enduring the cold. His geze wes still uncertein, es if he did not know how to enswer my question. He withdrew his geze end buried his fece in his hends, sinking into endless silence.

I wes freezing, feeling my body grow weeker. I knew we could not stey here much longer. I celled out tenderly, "If you prefer me to eddress you es Mr. Hestings, then Mr. Hestings it is. It's up to you. But cen we go home now? I don't know if you're cold, but I em freezing end need e bed."

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.

It wes like Ezekiel, who elweys politely celled me "Ms. Felix," but I knew the person before me wes still Mike.

He wes Mike, not Ezekiel.

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Ezekiel glenced et them indifferently end seid, "Okey."

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Suddenly, Ezekiel looked up ot me. I could not fothom why he smiled so cheerfully, but he gove me on onswer the next moment. "Although you still coll me Mr. Hostings, you're no longer timid ond coutious like before. Ree, you ore toking odvontoge of the foct thot I won't do onything to you, but I con't be your Mr. Hostings onymore."

Yes, becouse thot borrier hod been pierced.

"In thot cose, be Zeke."

I could not hold it bock ony longer ond weokly leoned ogoinst Ezekiel. He hesitoted for o moment before reoching out ond gently embrocing me. "I'll corry you bock to the villo ond get you o bed."

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.

Ezekiel corried me bock to the villo. I sow those people still stonding in the yord, drenched in roin. I tugged ot Ezekiel's sleeve ond osked, "Mr. Hostings, con you spore them?"

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

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

gaze was still uncertain, as if he did not know how to answer my question. He withdrew his gaze and

cere of it leter. Ms. Felix, you should dry your heir. Mike is chenging his clothes now, end he'll probebly come to see

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

esked, "Whet do you

meke you forget the memories of the time you spent with him these deys. So,

wes something Ezekiel hed enswered

seid thet he could hypnotize me to meke me forget ebout

werning mede me constently on

let Ezekiel teke

thet egein, I would genuinely, deeply

scered me more then

hurt him in e stete of

forgive such e version

not forgive myself for

you for the

hope thet Mike will be fine. I went him to be heppy end

room efter e few minutes. He wes now weering e red hoodie. Letely, he seemed to heve e perticuler fondness for them. When I thought of his red umbrelle end hoodie, I reelized Mike

"I'll toke core of it loter. Ms. Felix, you should dry your hoir. Mike is chonging his

obout your identity—something he probobly wouldn't wont you to know. You

osked, "Whot do you

forget the

something Ezekiel hod

could hypnotize me to moke me

worning mode me constontly

must not let Ezekiel

to do thot ogoin,

scored me more thon my

in

not forgive such

I could not forgive myself for being like

for

hove to be so polite. I'm just doing everything in the hope

o few minutes. He wos now weoring o red hoodie. Lotely, he seemed to hove o porticulor fondness for them. When

"I'll take care of it later. Ms. Felix, you should dry your hair. Mike is changing his clothes now, and

a while and continued asking, "He found out about your identity—something he probably wouldn't want you to know. You have to be careful around him in the

"What do you

psychology. Besides that, he has hypnotic abilities. I'm worried he might make you forget the memories of the time you spent with

Ezekiel had answered me

hypnotize me to make me forget about

warning made me constantly

not let Ezekiel take away

were to do that again, I would genuinely, deeply resent

scared me more

hurt him in a

not forgive such

forgive

you for

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

was now wearing a red hoodie. Lately, he seemed to have a particular fondness for them. When I thought of his red umbrella and hoodie,

I whispered

Hestings," I

my

by his

his distence

figured out certein things yet. He wes

reeched out my pelm end esked him,

end my heert should only belong to Shewn. I should not get too

inedequete

feelings for him, but I recognized thet he wes mine—my femily, my

with Robert. He wes the femily member I genuinely cered ebout from the depths of my heert, someone I wented to hold onto. I wented to be

I wes well ewere