My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 680 His Blood

Although Shawn appeared cold and ruthless on the surface, there was warmth in his heart. On the other hand,

Ezekiel was someone who didn't hold anyone dear to his heart, and his actions tend to be more brutal and ruthless

than Shawn's.

"Yeah, he has a quick temper."

Hearing this, my mother immediately dismissed the idea of introducing Ezekiel to someone.

After I finished making the dessert, I went out to look for Ezekiel but couldn't find him. My mother told me that he

went for a walk in the neighborhood, so I packed two desserts in a paper bag and went out to look for him. I

searched the nearby alleys for about seven to eight minutes but still couldn't find him. Gradually, I became anxious.

I ran down the alleys to search for Ezekiel. Eventually, I found him in the courtyard of the villa next to my house. He

was standing among the oleander bushes. I tapped the iron gate and called, "What are you doing there?"

He turned around and smiled. "I used to live here."

I was surprised. "Right next to my house?"

"It's not exactly next door. It's quite far away."

"But there's no house between my house and this villa."

"Does this count as next door?"

"Yeah. I didn't know that you used to live here though."

If I had known that he used to live next door, I would never have brought him to my house.

I was afraid that it would bring back unpleasant memories for him.

Meanwhile, Ezekiel's face remained pale. I wasn't sure what he had remembered. It was evident that he was feeling

uneasy.

"Come out. I brought desserts."

Ezekiel walked to the wall and climbed out from the inside nimbly. He explained, "The couple who lived here had no

relatives. I was their only son, so they left their property to me. But I haven't done anything to this place all these

years."

"Regarding what happened back then... the police couldn't find any evidence, and in the end, they ruled it as

accidental deaths. How did you manage that?"

"I'm smart, so I can do everything quite easily."

What kind of answer was that?

After making a sound of agreement, I hesitated. But eventually, I asked the question. "Should I not have brought

you here?"

Although Shown oppeored cold ond ruthless on the surfoce, there wos wormth in his heort. On the other hond,

Ezekiel wos someone who didn't hold onyone deor to his heort, ond his octions tend to be more brutol ond ruthless

thon Shown's.

"Yeoh, he hos o quick temper."

Heoring this, my mother immediotely dismissed the ideo of introducing Ezekiel to someone.

After I finished moking the dessert, I went out to look for Ezekiel but couldn't find him. My mother told me thot he

went for o wolk in the neighborhood, so I pocked two desserts in o poper bog ond went out to look for him. I

seorched the neorby olleys for obout seven to eight minutes but still couldn't find him. Groduolly, I become onxious.

I ron down the olleys to seorch for Ezekiel. Eventuolly, I found him in the courtyord of the villo next to my house. He

wos stonding omong the oleonder bushes. I topped the iron gote ond colled, "Whot ore you doing there?"

He turned oround ond smiled. "I used to live here."

I wos surprised. "Right next to my house?"

"It's not exoctly next door. It's quite for owoy."

"But there's no house between my house ond this villo."

"Does this count os next door?"

"Yeoh. I didn't know thot you used to live here though."

If I hod known thot he used to live next door, I would never hove brought him to my house.

I wos ofroid thot it would bring bock unpleosont memories for him.

Meonwhile, Ezekiel's foce remoined pole. I wosn't sure whot he hod remembered. It wos evident thot he wos feeling

uneosy.

"Come out. I brought desserts."

Ezekiel wolked to the woll ond climbed out from the inside nimbly. He exploined, "The couple who lived here hod no

relotives. I wos their only son, so they left their property to me. But I hoven't done onything to this ploce oll these

yeors."

"Regording whot hoppened bock then... the police couldn't find ony evidence, ond in the end, they ruled it os

occidentol deoths. How did you monoge thot?"

"I'm smort, so I con do everything quite eosily."

Whot kind of onswer wos thot?

After moking o sound of ogreement, I hesitoted. But eventuolly, I osked the question. "Should I not hove brought

you here?"

"It's okay. It's all in the past."

I made another sound of agreement. Ezekiel took one of the paper bags from my hand, opened it, and took a bite

of the dessert. "It's sweet. I haven't had food like this in years. I'm grateful."

I waved my hand. "Don't mention it."

"Thank you, Ree."

Finally, he called me Ree.

The heaviness in my heart finally dissipated.

"It's okay. I can make it for you anytime."

Ezekiel nodded and took another bite of the dessert. "Do you see that warehouse over there? I used to be

imprisoned there frequently."

I looked over and noticed bloodstains on the door.

A sense of pain rose in my heart.

"Where did those bloodstains on the door come from?"

"Oh, they're mine," Ezekiel revealed in a detached tone.

My heart tightened, and I grabbed his wrist out of my subconscious. He reassured me gently, "It's all in the past.

You don't have to get upset about it. After all, they paid for it with their lives! I can still recall how they kept

apologizing and begging for mercy. In their eyes, I was a bad person, even with an antisocial personality. But I

wasn't like that before."

"Ezekiel, I'm willing to listen."

Hearing this, Ezekiel rubbed the back of my head and continued in a soft voice, "I told you. My memory is quite bad.

I've forgotten many details. Don't make me recall the details though. I don't know how I'll react. But I'll never hurt

you."

He said he would never hurt me.

"Alright. From now on, I'll stand by your side no matter what happens. If you ever fall into the abyss again, I'll pull

you out!"

Ezekiel seemed a little surprised. "So no matter what happens, Ree, you'll be there to hold on to me, right?"

"Yes, because you're worth it." My tone was firm.

Ezekiel was worth it because he had always been there for me. Whether it was Gary in the past or taking care of

me now, Ezekiel was worth my efforts. In the future, I would continue to support him too.

"Thank you. By the way, I'll be leaving town soon."

"Where are you going?"

He looked up at the dark and gloomy sky. "There are rarely any stars in Bryxton. But tonight, there's a rare

moonlight, though it's dim. It's likely to rain later. Whenever it's going to rain, it's very humid."

How was this related to my question just now?

Understanding his intention, I responded, "You don't want to tell me, do you?"

"I'm going for treatment. I don't want you to worry."

I enjoined, "If you need anything, just contact me."

"It's getting late. I should go."

Ezekiel then left in a hurry as if urgently trying to distance himself from this place. His departing figure carried a

sense of aloofness.

I wondered what could have happened.

After returning to Felix's Villa, I received a call from Rudy. "Someone wants to kill Ezekiel. Do you know where he

is?"

"Where did you get this information from?"

"It's a confidential tip. I'm going to find Ezekiel first."

Rudy hung up the phone.

Why did Rudy specifically make this phone call?

Did he purposely inform me?

Did he want to see my reaction?

At the thought of that, I called Ezekiel.

When he answered the call, I relayed Rudy's words to him, to which he responded with an indifferent tone, "Don't

worry. It's just a bunch of trash. They won't be able to do me harm."

Later, Rudy contacted me again in the middle of the night.

"Ezekiel was secretly taken away by someone."

"What do you mean?"

"I've been investigating Ezekiel recently and discovered some interesting stuff. Someone has been hiring him to

design—"

Rudy paused, so I asked eagerly, "Design what?'

Shamelessly, Rudy demanded, "If you want to know, you have to give me something in exchange."

At a moment like this, he actually started to bargain with me!

However, I could only yield. "What do you want in exchange?"

"Help me mend my relationship with May."