Chapter 724
Chapter 724 Why Are You Crying
I suddenly realized that Ezekiel didn''t have a sense of right and wrong in his heart. He didn''t care about
anything but his own happiness. Such a carefree man would cause trouble without anypassion.
Even he had admitted that heckedpassion.
I answered, "This is not right, Mr. Hastings. Because... I am just a humble servant."
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He repeated, "A humble servant?"
I lied and nonchntly replied, "Yes. I am just like everyone else in this vi. I am merely a servant
looking after you, Mr. Hastings. You''re a nobleman, and I..."
I wanted to say that I was already married, but he cut me off at that instant. He said in a deep tone, "An
identity is nothing but a form of restraint. Those who have found peace in their hearts won''t care about
it."
"Are you implying that you have found peace in your heart, Mr. Hastings?"
Ezekiel looked at me disdainfully and asked, "Is that what you think I meant?"
He paused and suddenly said agitatedly, "Identity is just a means to restrain people. That was what I
said, right? Ree, although I said that I didn''t care, I still strived to be someone worthy of her
status. Even though everything I have now has be pointless now that she got married, I don''t
regret it at all. At least in these years... What exactly have I gained?"
Then, Ezekiel looked at me with an unusual gaze. He appeared lost.
His words made my heart tremble as I felt sympathy for him, but not pity.
Ezekiel didn''t need pity.
I was left momentarily speechless as I silently locked eyes with him. He continued with distress after a
while, "I feel as if I have gained something, yet I have nothing to show for it. At the very least... I feel
like I''m secretly watching over her, and protecting her using my own power in a ce where even she
is unaware."
Such humbleness from Ezekiel...
No, I meant Mike Cloud.
The man standing before me was Mike. Even if he seemed to be against everyone in the world, he was
still thinking only of me deep down in his heart whether as Ezekiel or Mike.
Even I waspletely unaware of it.
In the past, I didn''t fully understand him, though I could somewhat rte as I had a secret crush on
someone too.
But now...
Hearing his words made me feel burdensome as I stood before him as a stranger and gradually got to
know him. He left me utterly perplexed.
Why did he hold onto memories of me for fourteen years?
Why did I be thedy he cherished?
Why did I be the only thing that mattered to him?
Tears started welling up in my eyes. Ezekiel looked at me and asked, "Why are you crying? Did I bite
too hard?"
I cried because I felt deeppassion for him.
I took pity wholeheartedly on Zeke.
I didn''t want him to continue living in loneliness in this world. I wanted to be his family, even if I
wasn''t someone he needed. But even so, I longed to be there for him by his side and provide him with
thepanionship he deserved.
I cried out in pain, "Yes, Mr. Hastings. You bit too hard."
He only let out a sigh. "Why does ady like you cry?"
"Ladies tend to be more emotional, so I cry easily, Mr. Hastings."
Ezekiel looked at me with doubt. "Is that so?"
He crouched down and pulled up my short sleeve following that. The bite marks were deep, and he
helped me up before saying, "Come with me."
I followed Ezekiel back to his bedroom. He fetched a medical kit and gently wiped away the bloodstains
near the bite marks. Then, he applied band-aids to cover the wounds after cleaning them up. However,
the bite marks were quite extensive, and one band-aid wasn''t enough. Even Ezekiel furrowed his
brows himself, and he stared at my shoulder for a moment before asking, "How did it get bitten so
badly?"
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He always seemed to be struggling with something.
Ezekiel put another band-aid on me and when the bite marks werepletely covered, he finally
rxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
I stood up and thanked him after that. Just as I was about to leave, he stopped me and said, "Stay with
me and let''s watch TV programs for a while."
"Alright, I''ll turn on the TV for you, Mr. Hastings."
Then, I got up and turned on the TV. Naturally, I sat beside Ezekiel following that. He picked up the
remote control from the couch and tuned in to a channel ying cartoons. He remained silent as he
watched cartoons after setting the remote control down. At that instant, I recalled that he was watching
a channel ying cartoons thest time I was at his house.
Does he like watching cartoons?
I wondered, but I didn''t dare to ask Ezekiel.
Five minutester, the cartoon show ended, and themercials began. Ezekiel rubbed his head and
said, "I''m having a headache."
I quickly asked, "Would you like to take some medicine, Mr. Hastings?"
But, he only shook his head. "I often get headaches. Scenes of meeting Ree when we grow up keep
showing up in my mind. I''m not sure if they are just dreams or something else... The more I think about
them, the more overwhelming they be."
About his memories...
I boldly spected that he remembered everything since he remembered the past.
The only exception was how I looked, or perhaps he considered the scenes of our meeting in Bryxton
as his dream.
Ezekiel continued to rub his head, and he started tapping it when that no longer help. I quickly got up,
poured him a cup of warm water, and handed it to him. Suddenly, he looked at me with an icy gaze
through his bloodshot eyes. He coldly smirked before asking, "Why are you in my room?"