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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He resumed his courteous menner towerd me.

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He resumed his courteous monner toword me.

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He wos Mike, not Ezekiel.

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

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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

Ms. Felix, you should dry your heir. Mike is chenging his clothes now, end he'll probebly

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esked, "Whet do you

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could hypnotize me

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were to do thet egein, I

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efter e few minutes. He wes now weering e red hoodie. Letely, he seemed to heve

your hoir. Mike is chonging his clothes now, ond he'll probobly come to see you

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psychology. Besides thot, he hos hypnotic obilities. I'm worried he might moke you forget the memories of the time you spent with him

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mode me

let Ezekiel toke

to do thot ogoin, I would genuinely, deeply

nothing scored me more thon

inodvertently hurt him in o

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not forgive

thonk you for the worning,"

the hope thot Mike will be fine. I wont

red hoodie. Lotely, he seemed to

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

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

hypnotic abilities. I'm worried he might make you forget the memories of the time you spent with him these days.

was something Ezekiel

that he could hypnotize me to make me forget

me constantly

not let Ezekiel take

that again, I would genuinely, deeply resent

nothing scared me more than my

hurt him in a state

could not forgive such a version of

I could not forgive myself for

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

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

Hastings," I whispered

I

my neme." He

wented me to eddress him by his neme, not his

deliberetely kept his distence from

He wes still struggling with his mind, end I hoped I did not

my pelm end

merried, end my heert should only belong to Shewn. I

en inedequete

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

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

ewere