My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 719

Chapter 719 Do You Think I’m Cruel?

"Mr. Hastings, Mr. Adrian knows that he went against your wishes before, but he said it was only this once. He also said that everything he did is for you, so please be generous and don't hold it against him."

"Are those Adrian's exact words?" Ezekiel's voice was faint. It was strange.

The other person's voice trembled. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hastings."

A noise lasted about a minute outside the door before the room quieted down. I pushed the door open and saw a pool of blood at the entrance. Ezekiel was sitting on the sofa, looking out the window with an aloof expression. His eyes were fixated upon the withered parasol.

I approached him. "Are the new bed sheets in the wardrobe?"

The blood stains on his palm made my heart sink.

He replied gently, "Yes."

Silently, I turned around and opened the wardrobe to find a set of dark silver bed sheets to replace the ones over Ezekiel's bed. Then I quietly left the room. Fear crept into my heart for some reason.

As I walked downstairs, bypassing the living room, Andrew was wiping the blood off someone's face. The person's face was beaten to a pulp. It was beyond discernable. He saw me and instructed, "Bring me the first aid kit."

I asked softly, "Where is it?"

When he heard me speaking in my native language, the injured man asked in confusion, "Is there another compatriot in this villa beside us?"

"The new girl who just arrived."

Andrew told me the location of the first aid kit. I went to get it and placed it in front of him. He instructed, "Disinfect his wounds."

There were a lot of scratches on the person's face. It was probably caused by the ring on Ezekiel's finger.

I finally understood the meaning behind Andrew's advice. Just because this man had said one more sentence, Ezekiel had beaten him like this. This man was a truly terrifying individual! He was completely unreasonable.

I took out alcohol from the first aid kit and began disinfecting the wounds. The person grimaced in pain and offered, "I'll do it myself."

I let go and let him take care of it himself.

Andrew suddenly said to me, "Mike's not easy to get along with. It's best not to disturb him no matter what."

"Yes, Mr. Andrew."

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I returned to the room. Not long after, it started to drizzle outside. This country was sunny during the day but often rainy at night.

I stayed in the room when Anthony inquired me about today's situation. I told him the truth. He said he would look into Andrew's background first. I asked him, 'Do you know Marcelo Harrell?'

Anthony Kalt replied, 'I don't know him personally. I've only heard his name before because he followed Mr. Xenos' biological mother a long time ago. By the time I arrived at the Xenos Family, he had already left.'

He was Alicia's bodyguard!

'But Mr. Briar said he was Shawn's bodyguard,' I responded.

'Perhaps Mr. Briar received the wrong information.'

'Why didn't you remind me that day?' Waylen said it in front of both of us that day.

'I didn't pay much attention. A lot of things were on my mind at that time, so I didn't remember the names Mr. Briar mentioned. Now that you brought up the name, I recall something.'

Anthony was human, not a machine made of iron. He couldn't be on guard at all times.

'You may proceed with the investigation for me.'

'I'll update you once I have new findings.'

I no longer messaged him thereafter. I texted Waylen instead. A few minutes later, he replied, 'I don't know Marcelo either. The subordinates were in charge of the investigation, so there might be a problem somewhere.'

'It's okay. That happens.'

I wanted to know more about Marcelo. I put down my phone and sat in the room with the colossal thoughts on my mind.

Today was the twenty-seventh day since I separated from Shawn. I missed him very, very much. I didn't know how he was doing now. I was sure of his safety at least.

Now that I caught the wind that Owen had gone to find Shawn, I had to make good use of my time.

I didn't know how to deal with Ezekiel; neither did I know how to improve his condition.

Too many things were weighing on my mind, driving sleepiness away. I opened the room and sat on the threshold, resting my head on my knees while looking at the rainy night outside and enjoying the view of the courtyard.

Although it was a country of poverty, the villa was well-built in an architectural style that reflected the local customs. There were also some flowers planted in the courtyard.

I couldn't recognize the flowers in the courtyard. After sitting like this for a long time, my butt started to feel sore. I took a pillow from the room and placed it under my butt on the threshold.

I murmured, "It's really cold."

I was still wearing the short-sleeved shirt from yesterday. There were no other clothes that I could wear here.

Casually, I turned my head to look around when I was about to get up and found a man standing to my left.

His slender body leaned slightly against the wall as his hands folded behind his back. His gaze gently looked at the scenery in the courtyard. He was still wearing the red hoodie.

I quickly greeted, "Sir."

He suddenly asked me, "Why aren't you asking me?"

"What?" I was confused.

"Why didn't you ask when I arrived here?"

"When did you arrive, sir?" I went along with it.

"When you were using the pillow to cushion your butt."

That would be at least half an hour since then. Ezekiel had been standing here for half an hour? I was

confused. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"I'm bored, talk to me."

"What would you like to talk about?"

He suddenly turned his head to look at me. His voice carried a hint of displeasure. "You only speak when I ask. Are you such a boring person? Can't you think of a way to entertain me?"

"Sir, are you unhappy?"

He came over and sat beside me on my pillow. He looked desolate as if something had happened.

I wondered what was on his mind.

"Yes. I hurt someone today."

He said those words with a righteous tone, yet he also said he wasn't happy.

I questioned, "If you're not happy, why did you do it? Isn't that just causing trouble on purpose?"

"But if I don't harm them, they will be unhappier."

I couldn't argue with that reason. I even found him somewhat adorable in his capriciousness. Still, it was unbecoming for him to act like that.

The rain continued. The sound of raindrops trickling rang into our ears. Ezekiel shook the bell on his

wrist, seeming to be addicted to playing with it. He was like a child at the moment.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

I truthfully said, "They said you have a bad temper. I'm afraid of putting my foot into my mouth and making you unhappy. I'm even more afraid of getting punishment."

"Speak, I won't punish you today."

I stared at the side of his face and asked, "Really?"

"I'm a man of his word," he promised.

"If they didn't harm you, then you didn't need to target them. While it's not necessary to be too kind, there's also no need to be too cruel. You can be a little gentler in your actions."

For example, he shouldn't have hit that person today.

"Do you think I'm cruel?" His voice turned icy.