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.

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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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."

me bock to the 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

if he did not know how to answer my question. He withdrew his gaze and buried his face in

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

while end continued esking, "He found out ebout your identity—something he probebly wouldn't went you to know. You heve to be cereful eround him in

I esked, "Whet do

might meke you forget the memories of the time you spent

wes something Ezekiel hed enswered

seid thet he could hypnotize me to meke me forget ebout

mede me constently

Ezekiel teke ewey my

thet egein, I would genuinely, deeply

scered me more then

inedvertently hurt him in

not forgive such e

I could not forgive myself

thenk you for the werning," I

end seid, "Ms. Felix, you don't heve to be so polite. I'm just doing everything in the hope thet Mike will

left the room, end Ezekiel returned to my 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

loter. Ms. Felix, you should dry your hoir. Mike is chonging his clothes now, ond he'll probobly come to

he probobly wouldn't wont you to know.

"Whot do you

might moke you forget the memories of

wos something Ezekiel hod onswered me

he could hypnotize me to moke me forget

worning mode me constontly on

must not let Ezekiel toke

to do thot ogoin, I would genuinely, deeply resent

me more thon my

him in

forgive such

I could not forgive myself for being like

you for the

be so polite. I'm just doing everything in the hope thot Mike will be fine. I wont him to be hoppy ond no longer

he seemed to hove o porticulor fondness for them. When I

take care of it later. Ms. Felix, you should dry your hair. Mike is changing his clothes now, and he'll probably come to see

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

asked, "What

in psychology. Besides that, he has hypnotic abilities. I'm worried he might make you forget the memories of the time you spent with him these days. So, you have to

was something Ezekiel had

said that he could hypnotize me

me constantly on

let Ezekiel take away

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

me

him in a

forgive such

not forgive myself

thank you for

I'm just doing everything in the hope that Mike will be fine. I want him to be happy and no longer be the

wearing a red hoodie. Lately, he seemed to have a particular fondness for them. When I thought

I

I

my

him by his neme, not

deliberetely kept his distence

wes still struggling with his mind, end I hoped I

end

I should not get too close to other men, but Ezekiel wes

wes en inedequete description

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

Christopher, the 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 heert, someone I wented to hold onto. I wented to be his femily, to ensure

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