My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 718 A Pleasant Name
Ezekiel suddenly asked for my name.
Should I tell the truth? I wanted to gamble, but I didn't have the courage. I answered, "Ree."
He repeated softly, "Ree?"
"Yes, it's a nickname.'"
He fell silent again. I stared at him directly, trying to guess an inkling of his thoughts from his expression. However, he was
inscrutable.
After a while, he finally piped up, "It's a pleasant name."
He said Ree is a pleasant name.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir."
"I used to know a little girl named Ree too, but she was prettier than you. Your makeup isn't that beautiful."
Ezekiel remembered the little girl named Ree. I wanted to reveal my identity, but I didn't dare to act rashly. "Is that little girl
named Ree important to you, sir?"
My question was a blatant probe. His face suddenly darkened and his tone became sinister. "Is it your place to be nosy?"
"I'm sorry, sir," I hurriedly apologized.
"Get out." He drove me out for the first time. This was the first time he had spoken to me with such a nasty tone, completely
different from the man who had addressed me 'Miss' in a gentle and warm manner before.
The epiphany that he wasn't Ezekiel struck upon me.

He was Mike Cloud, who had stood at the pinnacle of power many years ago.
I feigned reverence. "Yes."
I left his bedroom and took a deep breath. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Are you the ugly girl
from yesterday? Why did you make yourself look so ugly?"
I turned around and saw the person from last night. It was the person who had been by Ezekiel's side. I still didn't know his
identity.
I pretended to be respectful and replied, "I'm not good at makeup."
"If that's the case, you might as well not wear any," he spoke in my native language, and he looked like a compatriot.
I inquired, "How may I address you, sir?"
"Huh? Me? Andrew Cloud. That's the name Mike gave me. I used to be called Harper, but isn't that name too feminine?"
I politely replied, "It is a nice name, sir."
"Nice? No one has ever given me that compliment before." He seemed to be about the same age as Ezekiel. There was a
calmness about him, but also a hint of talkativeness.
"Mr. Hastings has given me a similar compliment."
"It's not a surprise for him to say that. What's your name?"
"Ree, my foster parents gave me that name." According to the information fabricated by Anthony, I was adopted when I was
young.
"It is indeed a pleasant one. But I have to remind you to give up all curiosity and live by the rules whenever you're around Mike.

Answer his questions instead of asking him. Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you when something happens to you."
He overheard the conversation between me and Ezekiel by the door. It was fortunate that I did not reveal my identity in front of
Ezekiel.
"Yes, thank you for the reminder, sir."
He waved his hand and ordered, "You may go."
I returned to my room and messaged Waylen to ask him to investigate Harper Cloud. No, it should be Andrew Cloud.
Waylen couldn't find any information about this person, so I messaged Anthony.
Anthony immediately replied, 'I know him.'
I anxiously asked him, 'What is he?'
He hesitated. 'It's related to what happened nine years ago...'
I realized that I encountered another matter of confidentiality. I told him, 'I already know what happened nine years ago. Shawn
told me about it, but he asked me to pretend not to know. You tell me who Andrew is, and I will keep it a secret.'
He finally compromised. 'Since Mr. Xenos has already told you about it, I will be straightforward. He probably didn't explain the
details to you, so he doesn't know that three bodyguards were wrongly accused back then. One was Zack, one was Harper and
the other was Ree.'
I knew three people were wrongly accused. I knew who Zack and Owen were, but it was the first time I had heard of Andrew's
name.
How did he end up by Ezekiel's side?
I remembered Waylen mentioning how this matter involved a lot of people, including Owen and Marcelo. They were both

Shawn's previous bodyguards.
I hadn't met Marcelo yet... Everything was a mess now. I needed to slowly sort it out and wrap my head around it.
The most urgent matter now was Ezekiel.
I stayed in my room until evening because I heard from the chef that there was often a lot of activity in the villa during the day,
and everyone looked fierce. Some of them knew my face, so I didn't dare to wander around during the day in fear that someone
would recognize and catch me red-handed. That would be a big trouble. I had to ensure my safety.
In the evening, the chef called me again, saying that Ezekiel wanted to have local cuisine. If it were someone else, I might not
have been so obedient and cooked for them, but I was willing to do it for Ezekiel.
I went to the designated kitchen and spent a full two hours concocting the meal. By the time it was done, it was already 8.00PM.
I held the tray and knocked on the door with my foot. There was no response from the inside like before.
Just as I was about to use my elbow to open the door, a low and deep voice resounded behind me. "Are you knocking with your
foot?"
I froze. "I'm sorry, sir."
Ezekiel changed into a loose red sweatshirt, making him appear youthful. His countenance remained cold. The strands of hair on
his forehead were still damp, indicating that he had just finished exercising.
He grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. "What did you make?"
"Some ordinary home-cooked dishes." I didn't know his current personality well, so I remembered Andrew's advice. I should
never annoy Ezekiel with his pet peeve.
He paused. "Home-cooked dishes?"
"My mother used to make these dishes for me back in my home country. I'm not sure if they suit your taste, sir. Please give them

a try."
Ezekiel entered the room as I trailed behind him with the tray and placed it on the table. Then, I asked politely, "Is there anything
else you would like me to do, sir?"
He instructed, "Help me change the bed sheets."
He really treated me like a servant. "Yes, sir."
He then added, "Go to the bathroom and wash your hands first."
He sees me as something dirty?
Frustrated, I entered the bathroom and washed my hands. Just as I turned off the faucet, I heard voices outside. "Mr. Hastings,
Owen defied your orders. He left the city without permission and is on his way to meet Shawn."
Shawn is really in Novaria! And he's safe!
This was the best news I'd heard so far!
Ezekiel's indifferent voice rang into my ears. "If he doesn't listen, tie him up. It seems like he doesn't need his legs anymore.
Also, tell Adrian that he was right to save me before, but that can't be the reason for him to do underhanded things behind my
back."
Ezekiel is gonna break Owen's legs just because he secretly went to see Shawn! But who is Adrian?