My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 723

Chapter 723 What’s Wrong With Flirting?

Was that why he was afraid of making me angry, that my name was exactly the same as that little girl's in his memory?

Ezekiel didn't remember my face.

But, he remembered someone called "Ree."

That could explain why he treated me differently even though I was his servant whom he had only met a few times.

"You said your name is Ree."

His words almost made me cry. The pain in my shoulder seemed to have disappeared at that instant. I felt as if I could endure his torment during the day as well as understand him now.

I always seemed to know him.

I had been through times when Ezekiel treated me extremely nicely before, so I knew this was just temporary no matter how much he had changed. He would recognize me again someday.

Just then, my phone rang.

I picked it up and saw a text message. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

It was from Edward.

"Guide him through his emotions by helping him remember good memories slowly. I will discuss the rest in detail with you tomorrow as I still have patients to tend to here, Mrs. Xenos."

That girl named Ree whom Ezekiel had a crush on must be part of his cherished memories.

I put down my phone and looked at him who was sitting on the doorstep, resting his head on his knees with his gaze fixed on the scenery in the courtyard.

He seemed more gentle in the night than during the day. At the very least, he was willing to come over and talk to me, and he had just apologized to me as well.

I said, "You don't need to worry about me because I won't get angry with you, Mr. Hastings. I have a question..."

"What is it?" He asked softly.

"Is that girl named Ree important to you?"

I asked another question boldly.

I didn't want to bring up anything that might upset Ezekiel initially, but Edward told me to help him remember good memories.

Ezekiel's voice was gentle as he replied, "Yes."

I continued asking in a hushed tone, "Can you tell me more about her, Mr. Hastings?"

Ezekiel shook his head before nodding. "I didn't intend to tell you and no one will know about this. However, I can share a little information since you insisted. Just don't take too long and waste my time."

Ezekiel still talked about not wasting time even now.

I couldn't believe it!

"I met her in Bryxton. She was still young at that time, but... I was covered in scars when I first encountered her."

His scars were inflicted by his foster parents.

Then, he extended his arm and jiggled the bells on his wrist. He said in a voice full of joy, "She gave these to me. They have been with me day and night, year after year even during I was lonely since then. Just like Ree who used to be by my side. I used to believe that she would be my wife when she grew up as long as I worked hard enough and became exceptional to match her because... Because I always believed there were some secret connections between us. Secrets that only she and I knew as she once said she would marry me when she grew up. It could only be a child's joke, but she made that promise to me nonetheless."

Indeed. I made that promise.

I was only an innocent girl in her childhood back then.

I often played the game of marriage with my friends when I was still a kid, and I thought it was just another child's play between him and me.

But, I never imagined he would remember it for the rest of his life.

My eyes became moist as I asked, "And?"

Ezekiel suddenly fell silent as if he was pondering something. He furrowed his brows slightly, and his face turned gloomy.

"Did I ask something wrong, Mr. Hastings?" I tentatively asked.

He only shook his head as he looked puzzled. "No, it's my bad. Later... The little girl eventually married someone else. I heard she is happy now, but how can I not be the person to give her happiness? I

couldn't help but torment her husband. Now, her husband is locked up by me in..."

Ezekiel remembered everything from the past!

Apparently, he only couldn't remember meeting me back in Bryxton and what I looked like now.

More importantly, he mentioned Shawn following that.

"Where is he locked up?"

Ezekiel glanced at me. "Why are you curious about it?"

I shook my head. "It was just a random question."

Ezekiel stood up, and his tall figure was seen standing at the door silently for a while. I wanted to ask him more about Shawn, but I wasn't brave enough.

He might see through my intentions if I appeared anxious now. The current him could easily be agitated, and I couldn't afford to jeopardize my true identity now. Shawn might end up just like the little black dog from years ago if he found out that I came for Shawn. So, I mustn't do anything reckless right now.

I only beat around the bush by asking, "How did you manage to capture him, Mr. Hastings?"

"Do you care about him?" Ezekiel replied with a question.

He didn't seem pleased with my inquiry.

I remembered his request earlier today at that instant. He asked me to make a choice.

Even the slightest bit of affection from me led him to hurt someone.

One could only imagine what would happen if I showed any concern to Shawn now.

Even if he didn't believe that I was the little girl in his memories, he would still destroy anything or anyone I cared about or had affection for just because my name is Ree.

I knew there was a gentle side of Ezekiel somewhere.

He was still the Zeke I had always known.

Fortunately, I had promised him that I would save him.

Otherwise, I wouldn't even bother with him now.

Ezekiel would never become the Zeke I once knew if I had met him, who was unpredictable and had destructive behavior now, and I would have regarded him as my enemy because of Shawn. Thankfully, I encountered the gentle and caring Ezekiel first.

I could now understand him better because of that.

I immediately denied it. "Why would I care about someone I barely know? What I care about is you, Mr. Hastings."

I had to please Ezekiel at that instant.

He smiled with delight when he heard that. "You know how to make someone happy."

Then, he sat beside me and asked, "How's your injury?"

I instinctively replied, "What injury?"

"The place where I bit you."

"It's nothing..."

Suddenly, he reached out and pulled my sleeve up. "You have bruises all over, and there are bloodstains. How can you say it's nothing? I'm sorry, but I'm very happy even though I bit you."

I asked in surprise, "Why are you happy, Mr. Hastings?"

"You have my marks on your body."

Ezekiel's words sounded suggestive.

I quickly replied, "You shouldn't speak to me like this, Mr. Hastings."

Ezekiel asked nonchalantly, "Why not?"

His eyes appeared crystal-clear and innocent.

It seemed that I was the only one overthinking it.

"Do you not find such a statement too flirty, Mr. Hastings?"

Ezekiel retorted, "Is this considered flirty?"

"Do you think that is normal to be spoken, Mr. Hastings?"

"What's wrong with being flirty if it brings happiness?"