My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 724 Why Are You Crying
I suddenly realized that Ezekiel didn't have a sense of right and wrong in his heart. He didn't care about anything but his own
happiness. Such a carefree man would cause trouble without any compassion.
Even he had admitted that he lacked compassion.
I answered, "This is not right, Mr. Hastings. Because... I am just a humble servant."
He repeated, "A humble servant?"
I lied and nonchalantly replied, "Yes. I am just like everyone else in this villa. I am merely a servant looking after you, Mr.
Hastings. You're a nobleman, and I..."
I wanted to say that I was already married, but he cut me off at that instant. He said in a deep tone, "An identity is nothing but a
form of restraint. Those who have found peace in their hearts won't care about it."
"Are you implying that you have found peace in your heart, Mr. Hastings?"
Ezekiel looked at me disdainfully and asked, "Is that what you think I meant?"
He paused and suddenly said agitatedly, "Identity is just a means to restrain people. That was what I said, right? Ree, although I
said that I didn't care, I still strived to become someone worthy of her status. Even though everything I have now has become
pointless now that she got married, I don't regret it at all. At least in these years... What exactly have I gained?"
Then, Ezekiel looked at me with an unusual gaze. He appeared lost.
His words made my heart tremble as I felt sympathy for him, but not pity.
Ezekiel didn't need pity.
I was left momentarily speechless as I silently locked eyes with him. He continued with distress after a while, "I feel as if I have
gained something, yet I have nothing to show for it. At the very least... I feel like I'm secretly watching over her, and protecting
her using my own power in a place where even she is unaware."
Such humbleness from Ezekiel...

No, I meant Mike Cloud.
The man standing before me was Mike. Even if he seemed to be against everyone in the world, he was still thinking only of me
deep down in his heart whether as Ezekiel or Mike.
Even I was completely unaware of it.
In the past, I didn't fully understand him, though I could somewhat relate as I had a secret crush on someone too.
But now...
Hearing his words made me feel burdensome as I stood before him as a stranger and gradually got to know him. He left me
utterly perplexed.
Why did he hold onto memories of me for fourteen years?
Why did I become the lady he cherished?
Why did I become the only thing that mattered to him?
Tears started welling up in my eyes. Ezekiel looked at me and asked, "Why are you crying? Did I bite too hard?"
I cried because I felt deep compassion for him.
I took pity wholeheartedly on Zeke.
I didn't want him to continue living in loneliness in this world. I wanted to become his family, even if I wasn't someone he needed.
But even so, I longed to be there for him by his side and provide him with the companionship he deserved.
I cried out in pain, "Yes, Mr. Hastings. You bit too hard."
He only let out a sigh. "Why does a lady like you cry?"
"Ladies tend to be more emotional, so I cry easily, Mr. Hastings."
Ezekiel looked at me with doubt. "Is that so?"
He crouched down and pulled up my short sleeve following that. The bite marks were deep, and he helped me up before saying,
"Come with me."

I followed Ezekiel back to his bedroom. He fetched a medical kit and gently wiped away the bloodstains near the bite marks.
Then, he applied band-aids to cover the wounds after cleaning them up. However, the bite marks were quite extensive, and one
band-aid wasn't enough. Even Ezekiel furrowed his brows himself, and he stared at my shoulder for a moment before asking,
"How did it get bitten so badly?"
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He always seemed to be struggling with something.
Ezekiel put another band-aid on me and when the bite marks were completely covered, he finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of
relief.
I stood up and thanked him after that. Just as I was about to leave, he stopped me and said, "Stay with me and let's watch TV
programs for a while."
"Alright, I'll turn on the TV for you, Mr. Hastings."
Then, I got up and turned on the TV. Naturally, I sat beside Ezekiel following that. He picked up the remote control from the
couch and tuned in to a channel playing cartoons. He remained silent as he watched cartoons after setting the remote control
down. At that instant, I recalled that he was watching a channel playing cartoons the last time I was at his house.
Does he like watching cartoons?
I wondered, but I didn't dare to ask Ezekiel.
Five minutes later, the cartoon show ended, and the commercials began. Ezekiel rubbed his head and said, "I'm having a
headache."
I quickly asked, "Would you like to take some medicine, Mr. Hastings?"
But, he only shook his head. "I often get headaches. Scenes of meeting Ree when we grow up keep showing up in my mind. I'm
not sure if they are just dreams or something else... The more I think about them, the more overwhelming they become."
About his memories...
I boldly speculated that he remembered everything since he remembered the past.

The only exception was how I looked, or perhaps he considered the scenes of our meeting in Bryxton as his dream.
Ezekiel continued to rub his head, and he started tapping it when that no longer help. I quickly got up, poured him a cup of warm
water, and handed it to him. Suddenly, he looked at me with an icy gaze through his bloodshot eyes. He coldly smirked before
asking, "Why are you in my room?"