My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 565 No Next Time

"Miss, who are you referring to?"

Anthony was suddenly confused by my abrupt question.

"The bodyguard, Zack. He served as a bodyguard after he left the army. He was Nicholas Forger's pal, and he had a

blind fiancée.

He instantly knew whom I was talking about. "Your question is very direct, Miss. You are already sure that I know

this person."

"Do you know him?"

"If you want, I will surely tell you everything I know. After all, it is my responsibility toward you which I cannot elude."

His tone…

He was letting me know about both his loyalty and predicament.

He was smart enough to put even me in a dilemma.

"Forget it. I don't want to put you in a tough spot because of this. I happened to hear about a special story. I'm not

that curious anyway. I'm sure Shawn knows."

"Yes, Miss." He admitted to that without hesitation.

My curiosity grew after I hung up the call, but I came to understand one thing—this was not something I should

interfere with.

And I definitely shouldn't be so curious about it.

Feeling frustrated, I let out another sigh.

I could have let this go if I didn't know about it, but now that I knew, I couldn't help feeling curious. It was just

budding curiosity at first, but Joseph and Anthony's attitude made it way worse for me.

It seemed like the truth would be extremely depressing.

Depressing…

Why was that the word that came to mind?

I continued to sigh as I tried to shake those thoughts out of my head. After spending the entire afternoon zoning out

in the ward, I had a quick bite and went to bed. It was until 12.00AM when someone knocked on my door that I

opened my eyes and quietly stared at the ceiling.

"President Felix, Mr. Hastings' injury is acting up again."

I put on some proper clothes and was out the door the next moment.

"Gary, what happened?"

"Mr. Hastings was heavily injured, and the healing is not going as well as expected. He suffered a relapse and was

transferred to the operating room."

I waited at the door for two hours before Ezekiel was brought out of the operating room. Gary had to leave because

something came up at work last minute. Before he left, he promised to return in two hours.

That meant that I had to take care of Ezekiel for two hours.

"No next time." I exposed him on the spot.

I knew he purposely left to give me and Ezekiel time alone.

But Ezekiel and me…

We would never get too close.

After Ezekiel was brought into a ward, I stood guard outside the door instead of following him into the ward. I

wanted to leave after he woke up.

Half an hour later, a special care nurse came out and told me, "Ms. Felix, Mr. Hastings is looking for you. He said he

wants to talk to you."

I got up when I heard that. "Thank you."

The moment I entered the ward, I saw Ezekiel lying in bed with an oxygen mask on. When he saw me coming in, he

took off the oxygen mask and looked at me with a deep gaze as he asked, "Ms. Felix, are you hiding from me? I feel

like you're intentionally keeping your distance. Are you worried that Shawn would misunderstand?"

"You and I are not that close."

His gaze suddenly dimmed when I said that. I must have hurt him with my words. "Yes, it is as you think. Indeed, we

are not close."

Awkwardness instantly filled the air in the ward.

All of a sudden, his face turned deathly pale, and he squeezed his eyes close as though he was holding something

back.

"What's wrong?" I began to panic and I asked, "Should I get the doctor?!"

"It's gastric pain. I didn't have dinner."

"I'll get you some medicine for it."

I rushed out of the ward right after saying that, and that was when the special care nurse asked me what was

wrong. After I told her about Ezekiel's condition, she reminded me, "Mr. Hastings can't take any medicine after

coming out of critical condition. He has to bear with it."

"What should I do, then?" I asked.

"You can give him warm water or soup."

And where exactly was I supposed to get soup from in the middle of the night?

Instead, I went back to Ezekiel's ward and poured him a glass of warm water. Seeing how he struggled with taking

even one sip, I called the special care nurse to come in and help him.

Upon hearing this, the nurse hurriedly said, "Ms. Felix, Mr. Hastings doesn't usually let us get close to him. You didn't

see what happened to the other nurse, did you? She was… she was eyeing Mr. Hastings, and she touched his finger

when he was out of it. Mr. Hastings proceeded to complain about the incident to the director of the hospital, and

the nurse was fired as a result. I wouldn't dare give him water."

So, this was why I only saw one special care nurse now.

I turned to the silent man. He might look gentle and friendly, but he was actually as stubborn as a mule.

Sighing, I told the nurse to leave the ward.

I only turned to Ezekiel after the nurse left. "May I touch you?" I asked.

He smiled. His silence was enough of an answer for me to bring the glass of warm water over. I then helped him up

and he leaned against my shoulder before I fed him the water.

"I understand that germaphobes like you don't like being touched. Shawn is the same. He doesn't let anyone but me

near him."

"I'm not a germaphobe."

"You are!" I insisted.

He took a sip of water. "Are you trying to numb yourself, Ms. Felix?"

I suddenly sighed dispiritedly, "What do you want from me, then?"

How was I supposed to handle my relationship with him?

How do I get along with him?!

I really didn't want to get myself in trouble!

"I am a germaphobe, Ms. Felix."

This was Ezekiel's compromise.

The water he had didn't ease his pain one bit. However, he was good at holding it in. Instead of making noise about

the pain, he shut his eyes and frowned. I couldn't bear to see him like this. Thinking that it would be nice to have a

chat with him, I casually started a different topic. "I will be picking up a boy and bringing him home from the airport

tomorrow. He is someone I met in France."

"Why is he going to your place, Ms. Felix?" he choked out.

"He is a pitiful child. I decided to adopt him."

"You are a kind person."

"Not really, no." I shook my head. "It's something within my capability. It's nothing much to me."

"It might not be a lot to you, but to the boy, you are saving him from his lonely life."

"Yeah…"

"Like back then..."

"Back then?" I repeated.

"Back then when you showed me warmth."

I didn't say anything to that.

…

Meanwhile, Gary didn't dare to play tricks. He came back after two hours as he promised. After I handed Ezekiel

over to him, I went back to my ward. Gary came looking for me shortly after.

"Do you think I'm secretly helping others, President Felix?"

Ha! It seems like he's aware.

"Not really. You just don't see the line."

"What line?"

"The line between Ezekiel and me. The closer I am to him, the more he suffers. Gary, you don't have to trouble

yourself with hi—I mean, you don't have to find a chance to let him and me be alone. You know that, don't you?

That the right thing to do is for us to not meet!"

"Why do you treat him so well sometimes, President Felix?"

Gary got straight to the point.

He wasn't wrong. I had a soft spot for Ezekiel.

But that soft spot wasn't because I loved or cared for him.

This was human nature. I was just being the person I was.

"I would do the same regardless of whether Ezekiel was the one who got hurt. I can't possibly ignore the kindness

he has shown me. The only thing I can do is to do the right thing from the right distance. That is all."

Sighing, Gary murmured, "You've always known the score, President Felix."