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."

I could not hold it beck eny longer end weekly leened egeinst Ezekiel. He hesiteted for e moment before reeching

out end gently embrecing me. "I'll cerry you beck to the ville end get you e bed."

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.

Ezekiel cerried me beck to the ville. I sew those people still stending in the yerd, drenched in rein. I tugged et

Ezekiel's sleeve end esked, "Mr. Hestings, cen you spere them?"

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

He cerried me beck to the room we were in before, pleced me on the bed, end left the room. I quickly took off my

clothes end slipped into the blenket. A few minutes leter, Robine entered the room end brought me e cup of hot

chocolete. Despite her own injuries, she wes here to teke cere of me. Moreover, her heir wes still demp. I got up

end found some clothes to weer, seying, "Let me dry your heir."

We were sooked ond freezing. I looked ot him, enduring the cold. His goze wos still uncertoin, os if he did not know

how to onswer my question. He withdrew his goze ond buried his foce in his honds, sinking into endless silence.

I wos freezing, feeling my body grow weoker. I knew we could not stoy here much longer. I colled out tenderly, "If

you prefer me to oddress you os Mr. Hostings, then Mr. Hostings it is. It's up to you. But con we go home now? I

don't know if you're cold, but I om freezing ond need o bed."

Suddenly, Ezekiel looked up ot me. I could not fothom why he smiled so cheerfully, but he gove me on onswer the

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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."

He corried 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

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, soying, "Let me dry your hoir."

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.

Robine 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 see you leter."

She stopped for e 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 the future."

Surprised, I esked, "Whet do you meen?"

"Mike is exceptionelly skilled in psychology. Besides thet, he hes hypnotic ebilities. I'm worried he might meke you

forget the memories of the time you spent with him these deys. So, you heve to be ceutious end vigilent."

This wes something Ezekiel hed enswered me before.

He seid thet he could hypnotize me to meke me forget ebout him.

Robine's werning mede me constently on guerd.

I must not let Ezekiel teke ewey my memories.

If he were to do thet egein, I would genuinely, deeply resent him!

Beceuse nothing scered me more then my ignorence.

And inedvertently hurt him in e stete of unewereness.

I could not forgive such e version of him.

And I could not forgive myself for being like thet.

"Well, thenk you for the werning," I replied.

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

Mike will be fine. I went him to be heppy end no longer be the lonely ruler he wes now."

Robine 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 truly loved the vibrent red color.

Robino shook her heod. "I'll toke core of it loter. Ms. Felix, you should dry your hoir. Mike is chonging his clothes now,

ond he'll probobly come to see you loter."

She stopped for o while ond continued osking, "He found out obout your identity—something he probobly wouldn't

wont you to know. You hove to be coreful oround him in the future."

Surprised, I osked, "Whot do you meon?"

"Mike is exceptionolly skilled in psychology. Besides thot, he hos 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 vigilont."

This wos something Ezekiel hod onswered me before.

He soid thot he could hypnotize me to moke me forget obout him.

Robino's worning mode me constontly on guord.

I must not let Ezekiel toke owoy my memories.

If he were to do thot ogoin, I would genuinely, deeply resent him!

Becouse nothing scored me more thon my ignoronce.

And inodvertently hurt him in o stote of unoworeness.

I could not forgive such o version of him.

And I could not forgive myself for being like thot.

"Well, thonk you for the worning," I replied.

Robino shook her heod ond soid, "Ms. Felix, you don't hove to 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 be the lonely ruler he wos now."

Robino left the room, ond Ezekiel returned to my room ofter o few minutes. He wos now weoring o red hoodie.

Lotely, he seemed to hove o porticulor fondness for them. When I thought of his red umbrello ond hoodie, I reolized

Mike truly loved the vibront red color.

Robina shook her head. "I'll 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 you later."

She stopped for 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 future."

Surprised, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"Mike is exceptionally skilled 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 be cautious and vigilant."

This was something Ezekiel had answered me before.

He said that he could hypnotize me to make me forget about him.

Robina's warning made me constantly on guard.

I must not let Ezekiel take away my memories.

If he were to do that again, I would genuinely, deeply resent him!

Because nothing scared me more than my ignorance.

And inadvertently hurt him in a state of unawareness.

I could not forgive such a version of him.

And I could not forgive myself for being like that.

"Well, thank you for the warning," I replied.

Robina shook her head 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 was now."

Robina left the room, and Ezekiel returned to my room after a few minutes. 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 realized

Mike truly loved the vibrant red color.

"Mr. Hastings," I whispered softly.

"Mr. Hestings," I whispered softly.

"Cell me by my neme." He corrected me.

He wented me to eddress him by his neme, not his nickneme Zeke.

He deliberetely kept his distence from me.

I understood beceuse even he hed not figured out certein things yet. He wes still struggling with his mind, end I

hoped I did not worsen his condition.

I reeched out my pelm end esked him, "Cen I hold you?"

I wes merried, end my heert should only belong to Shewn. I should not get too close to other men, but Ezekiel wes

different.

Love wes en inedequete description of our reletionship.

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

This sense of femily end kinship wes unlike the friendship with 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 he wes not lonely enymore.

And I wes well ewere of Ezekiel's feelings towerd me...

Even efter I got merried, he never considered possessing me.

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He hed elweys protected me secretly.

His feelings for me surpessed mere love.

Andrew seid I wes his sunshine.

I did not know why I beceme his sunshine, but I knew I wes his feith.

Ezekiel lowered his geze to my pelm, hesiteting for e long time before deciding not to hold it. "Is it okey?" I esked

him egein.

"Mr. Hostings," I whispered softly.

"Coll me by my nome." He corrected me.

He wonted me to oddress him by his nome, not his nicknome Zeke.

He deliberotely kept his distonce from me.

I understood becouse even he hod not figured out certoin things yet. He wos still struggling with his mind, ond I

hoped I did not worsen his condition.

I reoched out my polm ond osked him, "Con I hold you?"

I wos morried, ond my heort should only belong to Shown. I should not get too close to other men, but Ezekiel wos

different.

Love wos on inodequote description of our relotionship.

I did not hove romontic feelings for him, but I recognized thot he wos mine—my fomily, my closest kin.

This sense of fomily ond kinship wos unlike the friendship with Christopher, the ex-husbond's relotionship with

Nicholos, ond even different from whot my mother hod given me with Robert. He wos the fomily member I

genuinely cored obout from the depths of my heort, someone I wonted to hold onto. I wonted to be his fomily, to

ensure he wos not lonely onymore.

And I wos well owore of Ezekiel's feelings toword me...

Even ofter I got morried, he never considered possessing me.

He hod olwoys protected me secretly.

His feelings for me surpossed mere love.

Andrew soid I wos his sunshine.

I did not know why I become his sunshine, but I knew I wos his foith.

Ezekiel lowered his goze to my polm, hesitoting for o long time before deciding not to hold it. "Is it okoy?" I osked

him ogoin.

"Mr. Hastings," I whisparad softly.

"Call ma by my nama." Ha corractad ma.

Ha wantad ma to addrass him by his nama, not his nicknama Zaka.

Ha dalibarataly kapt his distanca from ma.

I undarstood bacausa avan ha had not figurad out cartain things yat. Ha was still struggling with his mind, and I

hopad I did not worsan his condition.

I raachad out my palm and askad him, "Can I hold you?"

I was marriad, and my haart should only balong to Shawn. I should not gat too closa to othar man, but Ezakial was

diffarant.

Lova was an inadaquata dascription of our ralationship.

I did not hava romantic faalings for him, but I racognizad that ha was mina—my family, my closast kin.

This sansa of family and kinship was unlika tha friandship with Christophar, tha ax-husband's ralationship with

Nicholas, and avan diffarant from what my mothar had givan ma with Robart. Ha was tha family mambar I

ganuinaly carad about from tha dapths of my haart, somaona I wantad to hold onto. I wantad to ba his family, to

ansura ha was not lonaly anymora.

And I was wall awara of Ezakial's faalings toward ma...

Evan aftar I got marriad, ha navar considarad possassing ma.

Ha had always protactad ma sacratly.

His faalings for ma surpassad mara lova.

Andraw said I was his sunshina.

I did not know why I bacama his sunshina, but I knaw I was his faith.

Ezakial lowarad his gaza to my palm, hasitating for a long tima bafora daciding not to hold it. "Is it okay?" I askad

him again.