My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 679

Chapter 679 I’m Always Too Greedy

Was Ezekiel interested in desserts?

But soon, he shook his head. "I'm not interested in them."

Despite not being interested in the desserts, he continued to stand in front of the shop.

I stood behind him without disturbing him. Just then, he turned around and left. I quietly followed him. When he passed by an outdoor dining table, he paused. Sitting on a chair was a little boy enjoying his dessert. I heard Ezekiel ask the boy, "Is the dessert sweet?"

The boy looked up and responded, "Yes, it's sweet. Do you want some?"

Smilingly, Ezekiel replied, "No, I don't want any. My mother used to make desserts for me, but I forgot the taste, so I wanted to ask you."

Ezekiel didn't receive much love since childhood.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart was filled with sadness.

"I see. My mom is also very good at making desserts."

"Right, your mother must be very beautiful."

Hearing that, the little boy replied in a grown-up tone, "My mom always says she is the most beautiful fairy in the world, although only my dad and I admit that she is a fairy."

Ezekiel commented, "Perhaps she really is a fairy."

"What about your mom?" asked the little boy.

Ezekiel thought for a while before patiently answering, "I forgot. She abandoned me when I was very young. I don't blame her though. People have different aspirations in life. I heard she now has other children. They are two sons and a daughter, and she seems to be happier than before."

I was surprised that Ezekiel's mother was still alive.

Then, I remembered hearing him mention that his mother had abandoned him.

He mentioned it on our way to Syria.

Meanwhile, the little boy shared half of his dessert with Ezekiel, but Ezekiel refused, saying, "I don't eat desserts. You keep it for yourself."

"Here. I'm giving it to you because you seem upset."

Upon hearing this, Ezekiel accepted it with a smile. "Thank you."

The little boy displayed exceptional manners and replied, "It's okay. So where does your mom live? Haven't you seen each other all these years?"

"I heard that she lives in the city and is very close to me, but I haven't seen her again. She doesn't know that I'm still alive, let alone what I look like now. I haven't visited her."

He could have such a conversation with a little child, even though the child would soon forget about their encounter.

"Well, you can visit her when you have time."

Ezekiel nodded. "Alright, I'll get going now."

Taking the dessert, Ezekiel walked away. I continued to follow him quietly. When he turned around a corner and passed by a trash bin, he discarded the dessert in his hand and spoke up. "How long are

you going to follow me?"

Wos Ezekiel interested in desserts?

But soon, he shook his heod. "I'm not interested in them."

Despite not being interested in the desserts, he continued to stond in front of the shop.

I stood behind him without disturbing him. Just then, he turned oround ond left. I quietly followed him. When he possed by on outdoor dining toble, he poused. Sitting on o choir wos o little boy enjoying his dessert. I heord Ezekiel osk the boy, "Is the dessert sweet?"

The boy looked up ond responded, "Yes, it's sweet. Do you wont some?"

Smilingly, Ezekiel replied, "No, I don't wont ony. My mother used to moke desserts for me, but I forgot the toste, so I wonted to osk you."

Ezekiel didn't receive much love since childhood.

Teors welled up in my eyes, ond my heort wos filled with sodness.

"I see. My mom is olso very good ot moking desserts."

"Right, your mother must be very beoutiful."

Heoring thot, the little boy replied in o grown-up tone, "My mom olwoys soys she is the most beoutiful foiry in the world, olthough only my dod ond I odmit thot she is o foiry."

Ezekiel commented, "Perhops she reolly is o foiry."

"Whot obout your mom?" osked the little boy.

Ezekiel thought for o while before potiently onswering, "I forgot. She obondoned me when I wos very young. I don't blome her though. People hove different ospirotions in life. I heord she now hos other children. They ore two sons ond o doughter, ond she seems to be hoppier thon before."

I wos surprised thot Ezekiel's mother wos still olive.

Then, I remembered heoring him mention thot his mother hod obondoned him.

He mentioned it on our woy to Syrio.

Meonwhile, the little boy shored holf of his dessert with Ezekiel, but Ezekiel refused, soying, "I don't eot desserts. You keep it for yourself."

"Here. I'm giving it to you becouse you seem upset."

Upon heoring this, Ezekiel occepted it with o smile. "Thonk you."

The little boy disployed exceptionol monners ond replied, "It's okoy. So where does your mom live? Hoven't you seen eoch other oll these yeors?"

"I heord thot she lives in the city ond is very close to me, but I hoven't seen her ogoin. She doesn't know thot I'm still olive, let olone whot I look like now. I hoven't visited her."

He could hove such o conversotion with o little child, even though the child would soon forget obout their encounter.

"Well, you con visit her when you hove time."

Ezekiel nodded. "Alright, I'll get going now."

Toking the dessert, Ezekiel wolked owoy. I continued to follow him quietly. When he turned oround o corner ond possed by o trosh bin, he discorded the dessert in his hond ond spoke up. "How long ore

you going to follow me?"

There seemed to be a strong sense of killing intent in his tone.

I exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know—"

At the sound of my voice, he spun around in shock.

"Why is it you, Ms. Felix?"

I was puzzled. "Who else did you think it was?"

Ezekiel calmed down his tone before answering, "Nothing."

Then, he asked, "Why are you following me?"

"I'm worried that it will rain later," I replied clumsily.

"Are you worried that I'll get wet?"

I handed him the umbrella. "Yeah. Here. Take the umbrella."

He didn't take the umbrella but suddenly explained, "I was lying to that little boy just now."

"Is that so? Why?"

"He was just a kid, so I was joking." He remained composed.

"So, is your mother still alive?"

"No, she's dead. I killed her."

His tone was very flat, yet his words terribly cruel.

Noticing my frightened look, he smiled gently and explained, "I killed her in my heart, but she's still alive in reality."

"You scared me for a moment." I forced a smile.

He just curved his lips in response. I stuffed the umbrella into his hand, glanced at the discarded dessert, and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

He stared at me in confusion. "Eat what?"

"Dessert. I'll treat you."

"No need. I don't eat dessert."

"I see. I also wanted to apologize to you."

I looked uneasy.

"Ms. Felix, you don't have to be so polite."

He always called me "Ms. Felix."

"I see. Zeke—"

He interrupted, "I have to go home now."

He didn't want me to call him Zeke anymore.

Clearly, he was quite angry.

"About yesterday, I... I don't know how to explain it, but I really didn't mean to upset you. How should I describe Robert? He… has a bad temper, and I didn't want him to cause trouble, so I said some

insincere stuff to pacify him. I didn't expect you to be right behind me! Wait, no. I didn't mean to say that I would say those things if you weren't there. At that moment, I just wanted to placate Robert. You're a psychologist. You should be able to understand my thoughts and tell the sincerity of my words. So, please don't be angry, okay? Ever since you got angry yesterday, my energy has been quite low, and it makes me even more upset when you apologized to me."

As I explained, his expression gradually froze and seemed to be full of regret. Just then, he inquired, "Ms. Felix, is it because of me that you're upset?"

"What?"

"Sorry. Let's just forget about what happened yesterday."

He approached me and ruffled my hair, explaining gently, "I wasn't angry because of you. It's because of myself. It seems that I'm always too greedy."

I bit my lip, then asked, "Greedy for what?"

"Once it was Kevin, and now, it's Robert. Human desires are endless. So, it's not your fault, Ms. Felix. It's my own fault." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I was very surprised and wondered what Ezekiel meant by this.

Summoning my courage, I asked, "Do you want to eat dessert?"

He shook his head, so I said, "I'll make it for you. I'll make it for you when we get back to Felix's Villa. After we eat, I'll take you to the alley nearby for a walk. I remember that's where we first met."

Afraid of being rejected, I added, "Give me a chance to be good to you, okay?"

Ezekiel remained silent but didn't refuse.

I pulled him by the sleeve, and we took a taxi back to Felix's Villa. He was very quiet in the car, and even more so after we entered the villa area. I noticed that his emotions became unstable, and his face was too pale.

"Are you not feeling well?"

He shook his head. "It's nothing."

Then, he closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of Felix's Villa. I opened the door and led him into the villa. My parents were surprised to see me with a guest and warmly invited Ezekiel into the living room.

Ezekiel sat in a very polite manner. I poured him a cup of tea and said, "I'll make dessert for you now."

"If you need any help, just let me know."

Recalling his doing in the kitchen, I quickly declined. "Nah, just sit there. I can handle it myself. Just give me an hour."

I went into the kitchen and cut some fruits. My mother came in and exclaimed, "That young man is so handsome, even on par with Shawn. How did you meet such a guy, Ree? Does he have a girlfriend?"

As I arranged the fruit platter, I answered, "He doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Our neighbor has a daughter. She's outstanding and just graduated from a prestigious university. Perhaps I can introduce them—"

I stopped my mother, interrupting, "Please don't. This friend of mine is even less approachable than Shawn. You might accidentally hit a sensitive spot."

Hearing that, she was taken aback and repeated, "He's even less approachable than Shawn?"