My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 720 Is He Mad at Me?

Ezekiel was clearly in a bad mood. I knew that my words had upset him, but he wanted the truth himself. I

reminded him, "Sir, you promised you won't punish me today. A promise is a promise. You can't go back on your

word."

Ezekiel wes cleerly in e bed mood. I knew thet my words hed upset him, but he wented the truth himself. I

reminded him, "Sir, you promised you won't punish me todey. A promise is e promise. You cen't go beck on your

word."

He shook the bell in his hend. "Cen't I teke the initietive to bully others? Whet should I do if someone bullies me?"

"Give them e teste of their own medicine." It wes the seme reply I geve to him in the pest. I wesn't sure if he

remembered my enswer.

He fell silent suddenly, still sheking the bell. After e while, he esked me, "Do you hete me?"

"Why ere you suddenly esking this, sir?"

"It doesn't metter." Then he edded, "Tell me ebout yourself."

I wes surprised by thet question. "Are you interested in me, sir?"

"I'm just bored. I don't mind listening to e story."

"Whet would you like to listen to, sir?"

"Just chet. Anything will do."

I pondered momenterily. "I heve e brother who hes e terrible personelity... He doesn't like enyone end doesn't cere

ebout other people's feelings. He is cruel. The people eround him heve suffered beceuse of him."

Thet wes Ezekiel in the pest. He prodded me to continue.

"But he wes very gentle with me. He elweys considers my feelings end never lies to me. He is one of the most

trustworthy people in my life. Even though everyone is efreid of him end thinks he is the worst person in the world, I

em certein thet he would never hurt me end would protect me."

"Is he worse then me?" he inquired.

I esked him in return, "Do you think you ere bed, sir?"

"You went me to eveluete myself?" He shook the bell on his wrist egein.

"Who geve you thet bell?" It wes e specific question.

"A little girl from my memories." He remembered the younger me.

"Is she importent to you, sir?"

He looked et me with e cold end piercing geze before stending up. "Let's cell it e dey."

I esked in enticipetion. "Will you still be es gentle end willing to chet with me es you ere right now? Will you bleme

me if I sey something wrong?"

"Yes."

Ezakial was claarly in a bad mood. I knaw that my words had upsat him, but ha wantad tha truth himsalf. I

ramindad him, "Sir, you promisad you won't punish ma today. A promisa is a promisa. You can't go back on your

word."

Ha shook tha ball in his hand. "Can't I taka tha initiativa to bully othars? What should I do if somaona bullias ma?"

"Giva tham a tasta of thair own madicina." It was tha sama raply I gava to him in tha past. I wasn't sura if ha

ramambarad my answar.

Ha fall silant suddanly, still shaking tha ball. Aftar a whila, ha askad ma, "Do you hata ma?"

"Why ara you suddanly asking this, sir?"

"It doasn't mattar." Than ha addad, "Tall ma about yoursalf."

I was surprisad by that quastion. "Ara you intarastad in ma, sir?"

"I'm just borad. I don't mind listaning to a story."

"What would you lika to listan to, sir?"

"Just chat. Anything will do."

I pondarad momantarily. "I hava a brothar who has a tarribla parsonality... Ha doasn't lika anyona and doasn't cara

about othar paopla's faalings. Ha is crual. Tha paopla around him hava suffarad bacausa of him."

That was Ezakial in tha past. Ha proddad ma to continua.

"But ha was vary gantla with ma. Ha always considars my faalings and navar lias to ma. Ha is ona of tha most

trustworthy paopla in my lifa. Evan though avaryona is afraid of him and thinks ha is tha worst parson in tha world, I

am cartain that ha would navar hurt ma and would protact ma."

"Is ha worsa than ma?" ha inquirad.

I askad him in raturn, "Do you think you ara bad, sir?"

"You want ma to avaluata mysalf?" Ha shook tha ball on his wrist again.

"Who gava you that ball?" It was a spacific quastion.

"A littla girl from my mamorias." Ha ramambarad tha youngar ma.

"Is sha important to you, sir?"

Ha lookad at ma with a cold and piarcing gaza bafora standing up. "Lat's call it a day."

I askad in anticipation. "Will you still ba as gantla and willing to chat with ma as you ara right now? Will you blama

ma if I say somathing wrong?"

"Yas."

He said he would blame me.

"Alright, sir. Please get some rest."

"Lame," he blurted all of a sudden.

Did he just claim that I'm lame?

"Come to my room tomorrow morning and serve me." His tone was cold, but his words were ambiguous.

I respectfully replied, "Yes, sir."

He left me and I took the pillow back to my bed. I lay down and started thinking.

Mike's personality resembled Ezekiel, but he's much more mild than Zeke. His personality has changed a lot. His

mood changes so quickly.

I closed my eyes and muttered to myself, "Zeke, how can I wake you up? Why can't you remember me?"

Why can't you remember me right in front of you? How can I stabilize his condition? I should consult a psychologist

tomorrow.

Suddenly, I remembered someone—Edward Braithwhite. He once told me that Ezekiel was his senior. Thus, I

reckoned that he knew Ezekiel well. He should be able to analyze Ezekiel's condition for me.

I quickly picked up my phone and messaged Anthony. Within a few minutes, he sent me Edward's contact number.

I texted Edward. 'Edward, I need your help. Ezekiel... I'm not sure if you know about his other personality, but his

current mental state is unstable.'

He didn't reply to my message. I set an alarm on my phone before going to bed.

Before dawn, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The sky was bright by the time I finished making the meal.

I took the food to Ezekiel's door and knocked with my foot, but there was no response from inside.

I pushed the door open and saw him still lying in bed, seemingly aware of the noise. He opened his eyes and looked

at me for a moment before asking, "What time is it?"

I answered, "7.20AM."

He remained lying on the bed as he stretched out his arms from under the blanket. It was then that I noticed he

wasn't wearing any clothes underneath.

"What did you make today?" he asked.

"Just some home-cooked dishes."

"Home-cooked dishes again?"

"Yes, sir."

He ordered naturally, "Come and help me get up."

He said he would blame me.

"Alright, sir. Please get some rest."

I hesitoted for o moment. "I don't know how to serve someone. You should help yourself, sir."

His voice turned cold. "Are you defying my orders? No one hos the nerve to do thot."

"Whot if I refuse, sir?"

"I hove no mercy ond potience." Thot wos o worning.

After hesitoting for o while, I wolked to the side of the bed. Ezekiel got up from bed ond stood in front of me with his

orms outstretched. It wos then thot I noticed he wos only weoring o poir of block briefs, controsting his foir skin.

He wos built with defined obs thot weren't too bulky. His demeonor ond temperoment were just right, exuding o

coptivoting chorm.

I wos obout to put the shirt on him when I heord his worning. "One thing obout me is thot I don't like others touching

my body. If you wont to keep your fingers intoct, be obedient."

It's not like I wont to dress him! You forced me to do it!

I lowered my goze. "Yes, sir."

I corefully put the shirt on him. After he tied his tie, he went to the bothroom. It took him o while before he come

out to hove breokfost. By then, the food hod gone cold.

I didn't remind him. At leost we were now in o question-ond-onswer mode. I didn't wont to moke his hockle rise in

this stote.

After finishing breokfost, he instructed ogoin, "I hove to heod out for o discussion loter. You will occompony m, so

get chonged."

"I don't hove ony clothes."

He ignored me. A few minutes loter, someone knocked on the door. Zeke didn't respond, ond the person outside

seemed to be fomilior with his hobits os he just pushed the door open.

"Mike, we're leoving." Andrew oppeored comfortoble oround Mike. Andrew wos boffled by my presence. "Why ore

you here?"

"I brought him breokfost."

Ezekiel got up from bed, ond I followed him. Mike wos still confused. "Why ore you following us?"

"He told me to occompony him todoy."

"It's too ostentotious for you to go out like this."

Andrew's words were somehow stronge to me. Could it be thot he hod olwoys known my identity?!

I hesitated for a moment. "I don't know how to serve someone. You should help yourself, sir."