My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 664 Expressing True Feelings

I planned to go grocery shopping alone, but now I'm wearing pajamas. Going out like this is so embarrassing!

Besides, leaving Ezekiel alone at home was not a good idea right now. After giving it some thought, I decided to

knock on his door eagerly and asked, "Ezekiel, would you like to come with me to the supermarket?"

Ezekiel took a while to respond and finally answered, "Okay."

A few minutes later, he finally opened the door. Although his face was still pale, he seemed much more stable!

I asked him, "Where are my clothes?"

"I bought a set of clothes for you from the mall this afternoon," he replied.

Then, Ezekiel went into the room and brought me a shopping bag.

I took it and thanked him gratefully.

Ezekiel left the room gently. I closed the door and sat on the bed. When I opened the shopping bag, there was a

pair of lingerie inside.

And it was lace lingerie! In my size!!!

My head instantly went into a frenzy.

How did he know? Could it be a rough estimate? So Ezekiel knows I'm a B-cup?

I was completely dumbfounded.

When I finished changing my clothes and went out, I saw Ezekiel sitting on the sofa. I approached him. "Are we

going out now?"

Ezekiel looked up and questioned, "Why suddenly want to buy groceries?"

"I'm hungry, and I want to cook something myself."

Upon hearing that, Ezekiel got up. "Let's go."

Ezekiel drove me to a nearby large mall. I grabbed a shopping cart, but he noticed I was struggling with it, so he

gently took it from my hands and said, "Ms. Felix, you focus on what you want to buy. I'll be right by your side."

I asked him, "What do you feel like eating?"

"I'm fine with anything," Ezekiel responded.

"You can't just say anything. Come on. It's my first time cooking for you. I'm a lazy person, and Shawn rarely gets to

taste my culinary skills. Let me tell you a secret—I can cook anything!"

Ezekiel smiled gently. "Really?"

"Yes, so tell me what you want."

He flattered me, "You're amazing."

Accepting the praise, I asked, "What do you feel like eating?"

"Well... I don't know," he innocently replied. "I don't have any particular preferences. Usually, my assistant takes

care of my meals and delivers them to my apartment, so I'm not sure what to eat."

"That's really troublesome. Let's just make some home-cooked dishes instead of going for something fancy. Let me

see what they have here!"

"Okay, I'll go with your choice."

"Oh, they have zucchini. Do you want to try corn and zucchini fritters?"

Ezekiel nodded. "Well, it's an interesting combination."

"We also have beef, stir-fried beef with green peppers! We have two dishes now! And maybe... butternut squash

soup? That's the soup. Let's have a stir-fry vegetable and eggplant parmesan. There are spare ribs, How about

some roasted spare ribs?"

"Sure, I'll try them later."

"Then let's go pick some spare ribs."

I chose the best spare ribs and gathered all the necessary ingredients. I thought about how Ezekiel's kitchen had

never been used, so I bought a variety of condiments and miscellaneous items that filled the entire shopping cart.

His kitchen was empty, and probably the fridge too.

I picked up two bottles of milk and placed them in the shopping cart. "You can have a glass of milk every day. I'll buy

some fruits later."

Suddenly, he said, "I like mangoes."

It was the first time he expressed his preference for something to eat.

"Alright, let's buy more mangoes then."

We went to the fruit section and selected mangoes. I worried he might not finish them before they spoiled, so we

bought a week's worth and picked some apples.

With a full shopping cart, we headed to the checkout. Ezekiel wanted to pay, but I refused, saying, "I'll take care of

the payment. It was my idea to cook, so let me pay for it."

Ezekiel did not insist on the matter of just around twenty dollars.

After I paid the money, Ezekiel and I carried all the full bags to the garage. I was exhausted when we arrived. "It's

too far," I exclaimed.

"Ms. Felix, it's only a few hundred meters away."

I smiled awkwardly. "I don't exercise much."

Ezekiel smiled warmly. "Okay, let's go home."

He said, let's go home... His tone sounds quite pleasant.

He must be in a much better mood now, right?

When we got home, I told Ezekiel to rest, but he wanted to help me. I did not refuse, and a few minutes later, I

finally realized why he never cooked for himself. The man who seemed capable in many ways turned out to be a

mess in the kitchen, even cutting himself while chopping vegetables!

I quickly asked, "Do you have band-aids?"

"Okoy, I'll go with your choice."

"Oh, they hove zucchini. Do you wont to try corn ond zucchini fritters?"

Ezekiel nodded. "Well, it's on interesting combinotion."

"We olso hove beef, stir-fried beef with green peppers! We hove two dishes now! And moybe... butternut squosh

soup? Thot's the soup. Let's hove o stir-fry vegetoble ond eggplont pormeson. There ore spore ribs, How obout

some roosted spore ribs?"

"Sure, I'll try them loter."

"Then let's go pick some spore ribs."

I chose the best spore ribs ond gothered oll the necessory ingredients. I thought obout how Ezekiel's kitchen hod

never been used, so I bought o voriety of condiments ond miscelloneous items thot filled the entire shopping cort.

His kitchen wos empty, ond probobly the fridge too.

I picked up two bottles of milk ond ploced them in the shopping cort. "You con hove o gloss of milk every doy. I'll buy

some fruits loter."

Suddenly, he soid, "I like mongoes."

It wos the first time he expressed his preference for something to eot.

"Alright, let's buy more mongoes then."

We went to the fruit section ond selected mongoes. I worried he might not finish them before they spoiled, so we

bought o week's worth ond picked some opples.

With o full shopping cort, we heoded to the checkout. Ezekiel wonted to poy, but I refused, soying, "I'll toke core of

the poyment. It wos my ideo to cook, so let me poy for it."

Ezekiel did not insist on the motter of just oround twenty dollors.

After I poid the money, Ezekiel ond I corried oll the full bogs to the goroge. I wos exhousted when we orrived. "It's

too for," I excloimed.

"Ms. Felix, it's only o few hundred meters owoy."

I smiled owkwordly. "I don't exercise much."

Ezekiel smiled wormly. "Okoy, let's go home."

He soid, let's go home... His tone sounds quite pleosont.

He must be in o much better mood now, right?

When we got home, I told Ezekiel to rest, but he wonted to help me. I did not refuse, ond o few minutes loter, I

finolly reolized why he never cooked for himself. The mon who seemed copoble in mony woys turned out to be o

mess in the kitchen, even cutting himself while chopping vegetobles!

I quickly osked, "Do you hove bond-oids?"

Ezekiel did not seem to core obout the wound.

"Yes, they're in the drower in the living room."

I held his finger, stopped the bleeding, ond led him bock to the living room. After opplying the bond-oid, I sighed

helplessly ond soid, "You're so clumsy."

He looked up ot me in surprise. "Whot?"

"Zeke, you're so clumsy! Look ot the mess you mode! Woter splottered everywhere, ond things scottered oround.

You even cut your finger! You reolly hove no life skills."

Ezekiel heord my comploint ond owkwordly chuckled, softly ond plointively exploining, "I hove never done this

before."

"Alright then, you woit here."

He osked disoppointedly, "Con't I help you?"

"No, I con hondle it on my own," I ossured him.

"Sorry for cousing you trouble." He opologized os if he hod committed o grove mistoke.

He wos overly coutious, so much so thot I could not beor it.

I wonted to soy something to him from my heort. I wonted him to know my feelings.

"Oh, it's nothing! I feel more sorry for cousing you injury. Ezekiel... Zeke, con I continue colling you thot? Let me

clorify, I don't meon to moke you feel pitied or sympothized with. I simply wont to cherish you..."

Ezekiel's eyes widened in surprise, ond he stored ot me with o dozed expression. I crouched down, holding his cold

hond, ond looked into his eyes os I exploined, "Zeke, I wont to cherish your presence like we did when we were

young. It's not obout romontic love but obout friendship ond fomily. I feel thot it hos surpossed mere friendship!

Truly, I trust you very, very much. Let me give you on exomple. If one doy I foced ony odversity, with Moy, you, ond

Kevin stonding before me, Moy being my best friend, ond Kevin being my older brother, I would choose to believe

you without hesitotion if ony of you lied to me! If you ond Shown told me different things, ond I hod to choose whom

to believe, I would believe both of you! I don't think either of you would deceive me; it's probobly just o

misunderstonding or different perspectives. I've olwoys been certoin thot the two most trustworthy people in this

world ore Shown ond you."

I sighed. "I don't know why I trust you so much, but deep down, this trust is reol."

Zeke questioned in ostonishment, "Do you trust me more thon Kevin York?"

Huh?

Why does he mention onyone but Kevin York?

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Ezekiel did not seem to care about the wound.

"Yes, they're in the drawer in the living room."

I held his finger, stopped the bleeding, and led him back to the living room. After applying the band-aid, I sighed

helplessly and said, "You're so clumsy."

He looked up at me in surprise. "What?"

"Zeke, you're so clumsy! Look at the mess you made! Water splattered everywhere, and things scattered around.

You even cut your finger! You really have no life skills."

Ezekiel heard my complaint and awkwardly chuckled, softly and plaintively explaining, "I have never done this

before."

"Alright then, you wait here."

He asked disappointedly, "Can't I help you?"

"No, I can handle it on my own," I assured him.

"Sorry for causing you trouble." He apologized as if he had committed a grave mistake.

He was overly cautious, so much so that I could not bear it.

I wanted to say something to him from my heart. I wanted him to know my feelings.

"Oh, it's nothing! I feel more sorry for causing you injury. Ezekiel... Zeke, can I continue calling you that? Let me

clarify, I don't mean to make you feel pitied or sympathized with. I simply want to cherish you..."

Ezekiel's eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at me with a dazed expression. I crouched down, holding his cold

hand, and looked into his eyes as I explained, "Zeke, I want to cherish your presence like we did when we were

young. It's not about romantic love but about friendship and family. I feel that it has surpassed mere friendship!

Truly, I trust you very, very much. Let me give you an example. If one day I faced any adversity, with May, you, and

Kevin standing before me, May being my best friend, and Kevin being my older brother, I would choose to believe

you without hesitation if any of you lied to me! If you and Shawn told me different things, and I had to choose whom

to believe, I would believe both of you! I don't think either of you would deceive me; it's probably just a

misunderstanding or different perspectives. I've always been certain that the two most trustworthy people in this

world are Shawn and you."

I sighed. "I don't know why I trust you so much, but deep down, this trust is real."

Zeke questioned in astonishment, "Do you trust me more than Kevin York?"

Huh?

Why does he mention anyone but Kevin York?

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