My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 717 Ezekiel Hastings
The wind howled, making the atmosphere around me become slightly eerie. I stared at the person in front of me. He looked
exactly the same as the person I remembered, but he clearly didn't recognize me.
Is he Ezekiel? It must be him.
I heard the sound of the bell on his wrist. It sounded so clear and familiar. He had been wearing it for the past fourteen years. I
was about to call out his name, "Eze—"
"Mike, who is this?" a deep voice interrupted.
I glanced over his shoulder. It was the person who had just walked with Ezekiel. He had left when someone jumped over the
wall, not wanting eavesdrop to on their conversation.
I thought he had left, so I wanted to talk to Ezekiel about something. Before I could say anything, he pinned me against the wall.
His gaze was unfamiliar to me. The person reappeared and interrupted me, which seemed unintentional because he looked at
me in confusion. "Who are you?"
Although I had put on makeup, it didn't completely hide my actual appearance. It was understandable for the person around
Ezekiel to not recognize me, but it was impossible for Ezekiel to not recognize me!
Ezekiel released me and withdrew his hand, yet his arm was still against my neck. Since there was someone else present, I
couldn't say anything. I suppressed my endless confusion and explained in fluent Welian, "I'm the new assistant chef. It's my first
day here and I'm not familiar with the place yet. I couldn't sleep well at night, so I came out for a walk. I'm sorry for disturbing
you, sir. I'll go back to my room now."
Hearing this, he released me. In fear of being recognized by the person next to him, I quickly turned and left to return to my
room. I kept thinking about what had just happened.
What's wrong with Ezekiel? Is he intentionally pretending not to recognize me? But his cold gaze... And the bruise on my neck...

I looked at my bruised neck in the mirror. Clearly, I had provoked his murderous intent in him.
Confusion filled me. Realizing that I couldn't leave here in a short period, I messaged Anthony. 'You guys should retreat for now.'
He immediately asked, 'What about the Felixes?'
'We can't leave at the moment. Keep your cool.'
'Understood.' He obeyed.
I also sent a message to Waylen. 'Ezekiel doesn't recognize me.'
Waylen didn't reply to my message. He was probably busy and hadn't seen it yet.
I put down my phone and lay on the bed, thinking about everything and falling asleep in the end. Early in the morning, I was
awakened by the chef.
"Sir asked you to make breakfast." He looked at me in confusion and asked, "How did he know about you?"
"I met him when I went out for a walk last night."
The chef's face turned pallid. "You didn't say anything inappropriate, did you? Let me remind you that sir has a bad temper and
he has serious mood swings. Don't let your tongue slip in front of him or you'll suffer."
I was baffled. "Mood swings?"
"Yes, sometimes he's gentle and calm, but sometimes he becomes irritable. When he's in a foul mood, he might be physical."
I suddenly remembered Ezekiel's unstable mental state before he left Bryxton. His condition was extremely unstable and he
even had a relapse that night.

So, was that a relapse last night? Was that the destructive personality he used to have? But does he not recognize me when
he's in his destructive personality? Does amnesia happen that easily?
While I was making breakfast, Waylen replied, 'Mrs. Xenos, based on my speculation, Mr. Hastings has most likely returned to
his previous personality. I have reviewed his medical records before. That personality has an unstable memory. He is also
suspicious by nature. He may remember some of the past, but not necessarily your appearance.'
'What does that mean?'
Ezekiel remembers me from fourteen years ago, but he doesn't remember my current appearance? Or he doesn't remember
those times he spent in Bryxton?
Waylen replied, 'Mr. Hastings is very cunning. You can't casually test the water or you'll provoke him. Even Mr. Reyes and Mr.
Kalt... We have all suffered under him. So, Mrs. Xenos, you can't take risks now. Act accordingly and never admit your identity in
front of him.'
Shouldn't I be more honest at this time?!
'If he really remembers the past, wouldn't it be easier to solve the problem by telling him that I'm the girl from the Felix Family?'
That was how I replied to Waylen.
'This is just my personal speculation. If he doesn't remember you, what will you do then? If you reveal yourself as Renee Felix,
won't you be walking into a trap? Besides, Mr. Hastings right now... Mrs. Xenos, he's not kind at all. You can only wait for his
condition to stabilize. You're not a psychologist, so you can't judge his condition. I shouldn't have let you confront him. you should
leave the villa as soon as possible.'
'I will be careful.' I reassured him.
He urgently replied, "Being careful is indeed important, but the current Mr. Hastings is not someone you can handle."
He described Ezekiel as a very dangerous person, but how could I see Ezekiel driven to the edge? Suddenly, I remembered the
question Ezekiel asked me before he left Bryxton.

"So no matter what happens, will Ree help me in the future?"
I gave him my word. Now that he was trapped in the abyss, I had to save him. I couldn't leave. I had to find a way to stabilize his
condition.
Besides, I had yet to find the mastermind behind this. I had a reason to stay.
I messaged back to Waylen. 'Let's leave it at that for now. I will watch out. You should act quickly and try to resolve everything
within two weeks.'
Novaria was a poor country, so Shawn and I did not extend our power to this land. It became the stronghold of those dark
individuals instead. Hence, was the evil Ezekiel the mastermind behind all this?
I still couldn't bring myself to believe it.
"Have you prepared breakfast?" someone suddenly urged me from outside.
I responded, "Coming." I made a simple breakfast with a bowl of ramen. I carried it and walked to Ezekiel's bedroom according to
my memory.
I knocked on the door, but there was still no response. I pushed the door open to see him sitting by the window, staring blankly at
the withered parasol.
I called out softly, "Sir."
He was still wearing a black robe and his hair was slightly messy. When he heard my voice, he turned his head and looked at me
in silence for a while.
I walked over and placed the tray atop the table next to him, pretending not to recognize him. Waylen's warning was still ringing
in my ears.

"What's your name?"