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 noisested 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 rece 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 nativenguage, the injured man asked in confusion, "Is there


    anotherpatriot in this vi beside us?"


    "The new girl who just arrived."


    Andrew told me the location of the first aid kit. I went to get it and ced 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."


    "Now go. Don''t get in our way."


    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.


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    ''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 minutester, 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 vi was well-built in an architectural style that reflected the


    local customs. There were also some flowers nted 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 ced 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 deste 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 unbing 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 ying 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.