My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 733 I’m Not Happy
Surprised, I felt astonishment rising in my heart. Why did he suddenly ask me this? After all, "Zeke" was himself, and he couldn't
be unaware of that. So, why that sudden question?
I hesitated and called out, "Mr. Hastings?"
"My name is Ezekiel Hastings."
Suddenly, he introduced himself to me.
"So, who is this 'Zeke' that you mentioned?"
His expression turned cold as he sat next to me, staring at me. I couldn't withstand his scrutinizing gaze.
I countered, "Who do you think I am, Mr. Hastings?"
My true identity couldn't be hidden forever.
But how should I come clean?
I was afraid that he would hypnotize me and make me forget this part of my memories.
Hearing my question, he didn't get angry but raised his hand to rub his head. He had been doing this often lately, and the bells
on his wrist jingled with the movement. Ezekiel looked down at the two bells on his wrist, seemingly lost in his thoughts.
At that moment, I was torn about whether to be honest.
I tentatively asked in a gentle tone, "Mr. Hastings, is the name 'Zeke' important to you? If I were to tell you..."
Ezekiel suddenly stood up. "I'm tired. Finish your porridge and rest early. It looks like it'll rain later. Make sure to cover yourself
well at night."
He cut off the conversation intentionally.
Suddenly, I understood that he was backing away.

Ezekiel left the room. I couldn't help but worry about his reaction when he saw the footage of me and Shawn. Given his current
jealous and possessive nature, he would definitely target Shawn.
What should I do?
Oh well, I'll think about it tomorrow.
I regained my composure and shifted my gaze to the bowl of white porridge that Ezekiel had prepared. This was his gesture of
goodwill, so even if it tasted bad, I couldn't waste it.
Just as I was about to pick up the bowl, there was a knock on the door. Ezekiel and Andrew wouldn't knock when they were
coming in.
I asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Petala."
So, it was Robina.
"Come in."
Robina pushed the door open and entered, carrying a tray in her hand. She placed it in front of me and explained with a smile,
"Mr. Hastings has never cooked before, and I could already guess how his cooking would turn out. That's why I suggested
making simple plain porridge; it's hard to go wrong with that. However, when I saw that nearly half a bag of salt was used, I knew
that Mr. Hastings' porridge must have been a failure. So, I brought you some food for dinner. It's already late, and in a few hours,
it will be All Souls Day. If I cook now, it will only delay your rest time."
The food on the tray didn't look as fresh as before.
"Are these leftovers?" I asked.
"Yes, they're from last night."
I didn't have much appetite. There was a bowl of clear soup on the tray, so I added some rice to it and took a few mouthfuls.
Then, I asked, "Robina, why are you here?"
"I've been waiting here for Mr. Hastings for the past few days, and I'm not the only one. Everyone here is Mr. Hastings' trusted
personnel."

I asked tentatively, "Oh, where is this place?"
"Sorry, we can't say more."
"Has Ezekiel warned you all?"
"Mike didn't warn us, but we understand that he doesn't want anyone to disturb him here. Therefore, we cannot disclose his
whereabouts. Ms. Felix, rest assured during your stay here."
Sometimes she referred to him as Mike, and sometimes as Mr. Hastings.
I asked Robina, "How long do we have to stay here?"
"Ms. Felix, we can't guess Mike's thoughts."
I didn't ask Robina any further. Recalling Ezekiel's words, I asked softly, "Will it rain later?"
"I just checked the weather forecast, and it said there will be rain. But I'm not sure if it will really rain. There are some clean
clothes for you here."
Indeed, there were clothes by the bed.
There was a white lace dress.
"Thank you, I want to rest now."
"Ms. Felix, if you need anything, just let me know."
Robina left, and I was left alone in the spacious room. I lay on the bed, thinking about Shawn. The moment he kissed me, my
heart melted, and all my worries and fears dissipated, yet I still felt sad for him.
My sadness stemmed from his injuries.
Because I loved him, I didn't want to see him hurt, not even the slightest pain. I wished for his safety and well-being.
I placed my finger on my lips and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Less than half an hour later, heavy rain poured outside, and
amidst the sound of rain, there were also wailing cries. Yes, cries could be heard coming from downstairs through the window.

At first, I wasn't sure, but the cries grew more frequent. I put on the white dress and pushed the window open, barefooted. Apart
from the pouring rain, I couldn't see anything unusual. However, the cries continued to intensify, sounding like cries of pain, like
the desperate cries of someone deeply wounded.
I closed the window and hesitated for a moment before stepping out. The villa was eerily empty, but as I descended the stairs to
the entrance, I spotted Ezekiel standing not far from the door. He was clad in a pristine white shirt and holding a bright red
umbrella. The rainwater cascaded from the eaves, splashing onto his umbrella and trickling down along its patterns.
I recalled the first time I met him in Bryxton.
He was also holding an umbrella like this.
But back then, countless cries surrounded him.
I called out softly, "Mr. Hastings."
Ezekiel turned around, and his gaze was fiery. I walked barefoot to his side. Only then did I see that over a dozen people were
fighting in the yard. Andrew was tossed in the middle of the yard like trash, covered in wounds. He was lying on the ground in the
pouring rain, barely conscious. Among the people fighting, there was also Robina, who had already been injured.
When Andrew saw me coming out, he shook his head at me.
Was Ezekiel punishing them?
Punishing Andrew could be justified.
But what did Robina do wrong?
The cries in the yard continued, and I stood by Ezekiel's side, not daring to speak. At that moment, I saw Robina being cut on the
arm with a small knife. I couldn't help but call out, "Mr. Hastings."
Ezekiel finally spoke, "What is it?"
I asked, "What did they do wrong?"
"They did nothing wrong."

"Then why are you punishing them, Mr. Hastings?"
"I'm not happy."
He was making everyone suffer because he wasn't happy.
Robina gritted her teeth and continued to fight. If she didn't fight back, she would become the weak one and be further harmed
by others. However, her fighting skills were not outstanding, and she was soon knocked down and thrown to the center of the
yard, drenched in the rain, just like Andrew. The sight of them in that state made my heart break.
I asked directly, "Why aren't you happy, Mr. Hastings?"
He turned his body toward me, his gaze full of turmoil and struggle. I stared into his eyes and finally gathered the courage to say,
"Mr. Hastings, even though it's inappropriate for me to say this, your actions are wrong. You can't torture people based on your
mood."
Ezekiel raised his leg, and in the next moment, I was kicked into the courtyard. I knew clearly that my words had angered him,
but his actions were wrong, absolutely wrong!
I looked up at him and asked, "Are you angry, Mr. Hastings?"