My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 727

Chapter 727 Meeting Shawn

In Ezekiel's eyes, impatience was evident. I recalled the words he reminded me of last night, and I was well aware that his patience was limited. I needed a compelling reason to stop him in his tracks.

Suddenly, I remembered what he had said. 'You said your name is Ree.'

Ezekiel had a destructive personality.

Yesterday, he hurt the person I chose.

So, I thought I could try provocating him.

In front of Andrew, I boldly made up a story. "I want to take a day off. My family has arranged a blind date for me, and I want to meet the potential suitor! Mr. Hastings, I'll be back home tonight."

Ezekiel repeated, "A blind date?"

I couldn't let him see through my lie.

I had to remain completely calm.

"Yes, and I want to meet him."

Ezekiel made a quick decision. "Not today. Come with me for an outing now, and when we have the time, you can go on your blind date."

Suppressing my overwhelming joy, I said, "Yes, Mr. Hastings. When I reach home later, I'll arrange another time to meet him."

Upon hearing this, Ezekiel turned and walked away, and I followed closely behind. From a place where Ezekiel couldn't see, Andrew gave me a thumbs-up. I smiled back and mouthed, "Piece of cake."

Andrew sat in the passenger seat, while Ezekiel and I sat in the back. Throughout the journey, Ezekiel remained silent. Considering his reminder from last night and Edward's words, I dared not provoke him. Thus, I could only sit quietly in the back for the entire three-hour drive. Finally, the car stopped at a place that looked like a warehouse. Stepping out first, I stood beside the car and waited. Ezekiel followed suit, kicking a nearby stone as he asked, "Is this the place?"

He was asking Andrew.

"Yes, he has been kept here all this time. We've reinforced the security to prevent any escape attempts. We've also blocked all communication devices inside. His men can never find this place."

I knew Andrew was referring to Shawn.

I knew Andrew was referring to Shawn.

All communication devices were blocked.

No wonder Waylen couldn't locate Shawn's whereabouts.

At that moment, I was extremely worried about Shawn.

I hoped he wasn't injured.

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Ezekiel rubbed his bangs on his forehead, appearing somewhat tired. Had he not rested well last night?

I didn't dare to ask and only followed him quietly.

As for Andrew, he walked by my side.

Although the warehouse looked rundown on the outside, it was surprisingly neat inside. There was even an elevator specially installed. I followed Ezekiel into it, and Andrew pressed the button for the second basement floor.

Ezekiel stood in front of us, as he had done since our first meeting. His broad and aloof back exuded a sense of loneliness, which made me feel uneasy. It was as if he was destined to endure torment in this world.

The elevator stopped, and as the doors opened, Ezekiel stepped out first. I followed suit, accompanied by Andrew. I saw many people guarding the long corridor. Obediently, I followed behind them. About ten meters ahead, there was a massive iron door.

As Ezekiel approached, someone pushed it open.

Ezekiel entered first, and I followed in with Andrew. The first thing I saw was an iron stool in the middle of the room, bounded by iron chains. Looking along the chains, I could see a man facing away from us, his gaze fixed on the skylight above.

His back was exceptionally broad, a curvature that I was familiar with. Even though he was imprisoned, his aura didn't seem oppressed by his dire circumstances. Instead, he exuded a transcendent demeanor.

I knaw Andraw was rafarring to Shawn.

All communication davicas wara blockad.

No wondar Waylan couldn't locata Shawn's wharaabouts.

At that momant, I was axtramaly worriad about Shawn.

I hopad ha wasn't injurad.

"Lat's go in and hava a look."

Ezakial rubbad his bangs on his forahaad, appaaring somawhat tirad. Had ha not rastad wall last night?

I didn't dara to ask and only followad him quiatly.

As for Andraw, ha walkad by my sida.

Although tha warahousa lookad rundown on tha outsida, it was surprisingly naat insida. Thara was avan an alavator spacially installad. I followad Ezakial into it, and Andraw prassad tha button for tha sacond basamant floor.

Ezakial stood in front of us, as ha had dona sinca our first maating. His broad and aloof back axudad a sansa of lonalinass, which mada ma faal unaasy. It was as if ha was dastinad to andura tormant in this world.

Tha alavator stoppad, and as tha doors opanad, Ezakial stappad out first. I followad suit, accompaniad by Andraw. I saw many paopla guarding tha long corridor. Obadiantly, I followad bahind tham. About tan matars ahaad, thara was a massiva iron door.

As Ezakial approachad, somaona pushad it opan.

Ezakial antarad first, and I followad in with Andraw. Tha first thing I saw was an iron stool in tha middla of tha room, boundad by iron chains. Looking along tha chains, I could saa a man facing away from us, his gaza fixad on tha skylight abova.

His back was axcaptionally broad, a curvatura that I was familiar with. Evan though ha was imprisonad, his aura didn't saam opprassad by his dira circumstancas. Instaad, ha axudad a transcandant damaanor.

Seeing that he was safe, I felt relieved.

Ezekiel didn't speak. He walked over and sat on the iron stool as if he wasn't afraid that the man who was imprisoned would come and kidnap him. Instead, he closed his eyes and waited for the man to speak.

But Shawn was also a composed man.

I wanted to see Shawn's face.

I wanted to see if he was injured.

I only took one step forward, and Ezekiel heard me. He opened his eyes and looked at me, calmly asking, "Do you dislike this place?"

I replied warmly, "Not at all, Mr. Hastings."

"Not at all" was a phrase Shawn used frequently.

Hearing my familiar voice, Shawn quickly turned his body. There were shallow scars on his cheek, and his tie was loosely draped around his neck. The top buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing his chest, with splotches of blood scattered across the shirt.

Shawn had suffered a lot during this time.

My heart ached at the sight of him.

I wished I could step forward and embrace him to feel the warmth in his arms.

Disbelief flickered across his face as he saw me, but in just an instant, Shawn regained his composed look and asked Ezekiel, "Mike, who is she?"

Shawn had quickly deduced that Ezekiel didn't know my true identity when he heard me calling him "Mr. Hastings." He wanted to know my current relationship with Ezekiel, why I was there, and whether Ezekiel posed any threat to me. Unable to ask me directly, he resorted to testing Ezekiel.

In such a short time, he could interpret the situation so well.

Shawn had always been a smart man.

Ezekiel stared at me with clear eyes, seemingly thinking about something. After a while, he asked, "Are you interested in her?"