Chapter 738


    Chapter 738 You Leave Me At A Loss


    Answering his question proved challenging, yet I couldn''t avoid it, for I never shied away from


    acknowledging my true feelings.


    I loved Shawn, and everyone knew that. I refused to conceal it from anyone.


    "Yes, I love Shawn. I''ve loved him unwaveringly. He''s my husband, the father of my children, and my


    affection for him knows no bounds."


    Despite the potential of rousing his ire, I couldn''t withhold the truth; I had to confess my feelings. I


    refused to let ambiguity linger between us; I sought rity in handling our rtionship.


    "So Ree does love Shawn."


    He sighed unexpectedly, his voice tinged with tenderness. "My love for Ree has always been profound.


    However, I never thought I deserved you. Yet, I can''t help feeling envious whenever you show interest


    in others."


    Indeed, Mike was like that. His personality dictated his actions.


    My poor little dog met its end in a simr manner!


    "I miss Zeke," I confessed.


    I longed for the gentle and refined Ezekiel. Yet, Mike embodied him now as well.


    Upon hearing my words, Ezekiel stood up, prompting, "Let''s go."


    Curious, I inquired, "To where?"


    "Just wandering around casually, and I''m departingter." He was leaving the town soon.


    I hesitated and asked, "Where are you going?"


    "Back to Novaria to find someone."


    Is he going to find Adrian or Shawn?


    In a tentative tone, I probed. "What do you want to find him for?"


    "Vengeance, to bring him down into the dust," he dered.


    Those words brought a sense of relief to me. Because Shawn wasn''t Ezekiel''s true nemesis. I recalled


    him mentioning Adrian before.


    Ezekiel led the way as I followed in silence. We reached the night market on the other side of the town,


    and he chose a stall where we ordered tes of spaghetti.


    "Have you not eaten anything in the past two days?" I asked.


    It seemed he hadn''t had a proper meal since yesterday.


    "Ree, let''s not talk, okay?" he gently requested.


    His eyes met mine with warmth and a smile, but his words left me speechless.


    Respecting his wish for silence, I sat across from him and ordered a bowl of fried rice. We finished our


    meal without uttering a word. Afterward, Ezekiel instructed me to pay, but I had no money. Without


    hesitation, he grabbed my wrist, and we hastily left the stall, running to where Robina stood guard


    nearby. He then instructed her, "Settle the bill for us."


    While she did that, he released my wrist, and suddenly remarked, "Robina mentioned that evening


    clouds looked exceptionally beautiful. But unfortunately, I missed it."


    After a brief pause, I couldn''t help but inquire, "Why did you name yourself Mike Cloud?"


    Ezekiel nced at me, tilting his head slightly, before turning away and lost in contemtion.


    After a prolonged silence, he spoke with a hint of longing in his voice. "May your life be graced with an


    abundance of clouds, creating a beautiful twilight, or so it seems. Perhaps that''s how I envision it—a


    twilight of beauty."


    His expression carried a tinge of sorrow and uncertainty.


    Almost instinctively, I called out, "Ezekiel..."


    He gently reminded me, "I''m Mike."


    "Then Mike, what brings you true happiness?"


    He didn''t immediately respond. At that moment, Robina approached, and Ezekiel closed his eyes


    momentarily, uttering, "Whether it''s Mike or Ezekiel, as long as you find happiness, they''ll be happy."


    "But aren''t you saying that you''re not happy?"


    "At least you are, and that brings them joy."


    ...


    Ezekiel left the town, and I took a taxi back to the hotel, asking Andrew to handle the fare. Observing


    his difficult movements due to his injuries, I couldn''t help but think of Robina and the others who were


    also hurt.


    They never held Ezekiel responsible; instead, they followed him willingly, understanding and caring for


    him. They must trulyprehend the pain hidden within Ezekiel''s heart to stand by him so devotedly.


    "Andrew, do you think Ezekiel''s condition will improve?"


    "It should. He''s good at controlling and adjusting himself, but the process is undoubtedly painful and


    time-consuming."


    "I revealed my feelings to him; I expressed my desire to be his family. It''s the only warmth I can


    offer."


    "Mrs. Xenos, do you consider yourself a savior?"


    I shook my head, replying, "I simply want to protect those who have been kind to me to the best of my


    ability and live with a clear conscience."


    I longed to protect Ezekiel, just as he once shielded me.


    "Your intentions are good, Mrs. Xenos. I hope Mike''s condition improves, and I wish someone could


    bring him warmth. However, you must be mindful of your status. You''re Shawn''s wife, and you can''t let


    others exploit Mike and bring shame to your husband."


    Surprised, I wondered. "Why bring this up all of a sudden?"


    "The world isplicated. It''s not as rosy as you think. I''m just reminding you not to give others an


    opportunity to exploit you. Even though Shawn trusts you, what about the others?


    "They might say you''re indecisive, and when it reaches that point, the truth won''t matter anymore. They


    won''t care about the truth; they''ll enjoy seeing Shawn being manipted by a woman.


    "So, while you support Mike, be careful and don''t let anyone take advantage of you."


    Andrew''s advice was sound. I had to be cautious of those with malicious intent.


    And I needed to be open and honest with Shawn. No matter what challengesy ahead, I must remain


    forthright with him.


    "Understood, I''ll be careful, as you said."


    Returning to my room, I settled back to sleep. Exhaustion took over, and I dozed off within minutes.


    In the middle of the night, I woke up and found a man sitting beside me, his arm resting on the bedside


    table, and my head nestled on his thigh. He was resting with his eyes closed.


    I quickly sat up and embraced him tightly, my emotions running wild.


    Shawn chuckled. "Look at how happy you are."


    "I miss you so much, Shawn," I whispered.


    Shawn bore faint scars on his face, and I pressed my lips gently against them, asking, "What brought


    you here all of a sudden?"


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    "Ie to see you," he replied.


    "But I told you toe after you finish your work—"


    Shawn''s head drooped, intercepting my words. I wrapped my arms around his neck, responding to him


    passionately. Our breaths mingled, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His earlier words


    echoed in my mind.


    Taking the initiative, I confessed, "I want you, Shawn."


    A fleeting tension coursed through his body. "Aren''t you tired?"


    "I haven''t seen you for a whole month and haven''t felt your presence. Right now, I want to have an


    even deeper connection with you."


    Shawn chuckled. "You really leave me at a loss."