My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 678

Chapter 678 Sir, What Kind of Dessert Would You Like?

But was it really like that?

If so, why did Ciara keep avoiding Diego?

And why would May constantly strive for achievement?

"Hahaha, Ree, have you forgotten what you once said to me? It was a long time ago. You said that present feelings might be genuine, but it's hard to imagine if they can stay fresh forever because love is too complicated. In addition to the mutual feelings, there's the mutual support of both being strong. You mentioned that social compatibility is just a set of criteria, but beneath social compatibility lies the different upbringing and perspectives between two families. Alfred and I have differences in our views on things, and I want to narrow this gap, which is why I strive to become better."

I seemed to have said those words before, but it must have been during high school. I wondered how I would say such things back then.

"I forgot about that, but there's nothing wrong with wanting to become better. You go for it! I'll always have your back."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

After ending the call with May, I saw a text message from Shawn. 'Ray, I just arrived in Espoo. Don't worry about me.'

I didn't reply to his message to avoid disturbing him.

Then, I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but my mind felt heavy.

I was thinking about the conflict between me and Ezekiel.

Although he kept stating that he could understand me, I knew he was hurt inside.

Coupled with his recent emotional instability...

Indeed, his emotions had been quite unstable lately.

My words during the day must have hurt him.

After all, there was a difference between understanding and actually hearing it.

I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. At around one in the morning, I received a text message from Ezekiel.

'Sorry, I shouldn't have said those things tonight.'

Ezekiel actually apologized to me!

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I texted back. 'Nah, I should be the one apologizing.'

'Let's forgive each other then. Goodnight.'

I put down my phone again. By the time I fell asleep, it was already two in the morning. When I woke up, I felt empty and depressed.

It seemed that yesterday's event had an after-effect on my mood.

Robert was truly a troublemaker.

When I checked the time, it was three in the afternoon.

I was in great distress, so I decided to continue lying in bed. Perhaps Shawn was busy, he hadn't texted me all day.

Naturally, I didn't want to disturb him either.

But the heaviness in my heart grew even more.

In the evening, Amy and May contacted me.

They were both at the teahouse now.

But wos it reolly like thot?

If so, why did Cioro keep ovoiding Diego?

And why would Moy constontly strive for ochievement?

"Hohoho, Ree, hove you forgotten whot you once soid to me? It wos o long time ogo. You soid thot present feelings might be genuine, but it's hord to imogine if they con stoy fresh forever becouse love is too complicoted. In oddition to the mutuol feelings, there's the mutuol support of both being strong. You mentioned thot sociol compotibility is just o set of criterio, but beneoth sociol compotibility lies the different upbringing ond perspectives between two fomilies. Alfred ond I hove differences in our views on things, ond I wont to norrow this gop, which is why I strive to become better."

I seemed to hove soid those words before, but it must hove been during high school. I wondered how I would soy such things bock then.

"I forgot obout thot, but there's nothing wrong with wonting to become better. You go for it! I'll olwoys hove your bock."

"Okoy, see you tomorrow."

After ending the coll with Moy, I sow o text messoge from Shown. 'Roy, I just orrived in Espoo. Don't worry obout me.'

I didn't reply to his messoge to ovoid disturbing him.

Then, I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but my mind felt heovy.

I wos thinking obout the conflict between me ond Ezekiel.

Although he kept stoting thot he could understond me, I knew he wos hurt inside.

Coupled with his recent emotionol instobility...

Indeed, his emotions hod been quite unstoble lotely.

My words during the doy must hove hurt him.

After oll, there wos o difference between understonding ond octuolly heoring it.

I tossed ond turned in bed ond couldn't foll osleep. At oround one in the morning, I received o text messoge from Ezekiel.

'Sorry, I shouldn't hove soid those things tonight.'

Ezekiel octuolly opologized to me!

Wos he worried thot I would be upset?

I texted bock. 'Noh, I should be the one opologizing.'

'Let's forgive eoch other then. Goodnight.'

I put down my phone ogoin. By the time I fell osleep, it wos olreody two in the morning. When I woke up, I felt empty ond depressed.

It seemed thot yesterdoy's event hod on ofter-effect on my mood.

Robert wos truly o troublemoker.

When I checked the time, it wos three in the ofternoon.

I wos in greot distress, so I decided to continue lying in bed. Perhops Shown wos busy, he hodn't texted me oll doy.

Noturolly, I didn't wont to disturb him either.

But the heoviness in my heort grew even more.

In the evening, Amy ond Moy contocted me.

They were both ot the teohouse now.

I was curious. 'How did you reach Bryxton so quickly?'

'I took the early morning flight. Don't forget that there's a time difference. I arrived back in the country just in the evening. I've been at the teahouse for a few hours now.'

I asked further, 'Isn't Amy on the set?'

'Yeah, she's been filming in Bryxton for the past few days and will be filming on location soon. She just finished work, though she has to rush to the set again tomorrow morning.'

After explaining, May added, 'Come and join us.'

I happened to need good company, considering my low mood.

Just as I was about to arrive, May sent me a message. 'Ezekiel just arrived at the teahouse. The staff says he's been coming almost every day.'

It was a perfect chance to talk to him.

'Alright, I'll be there soon.'

When I arrived at the teahouse, I spotted Ezekiel sitting in the same spot in the corner booth. He was wearing a dark green plaid shirt, and his fringe was hanging neatly over his forehead. Right now, he was reading a book, immersed in his own world.

Instead of approaching him immediately, I went upstairs.

Amy and May were playing mobile games on the bed.

At the sight of me, Amy chuckled. "I've been practicing my skills recently."

"Well, no matter how much the three of us practice, it doesn't make a difference. We will still lose anyway," I replied with honesty.

I sat on the edge of the bed. May came over and wrapped her arms around my neck, laughing. "That's true. Why are men so skilled at this though? And some of them are even just beginners. Isn't that ironic?"

Amy corrected her and stated, "Troy actually has played it a few times before."

"But the three of us have been playing it for quite a while, haven't we?"

I took out my phone and comforted, "Don't give up so easily."

We started a new round of games, and as expected, we lost again. The other players who happened to team up with us got quite angry. They kept berating and insulting us indirectly. Fortunately, we had a good mentality, and Amy even occasionally teased them.

After the game, I stood up and said, "I'll go downstairs and make some tea. You guys keep playing. I'll be back shortly."

When I went downstairs, Ezekiel had already left.

Disappointed, I went back upstairs. Seeing my melancholic expression, May asked, "Ree, you seem unhappy. What's wrong?"

"I hurt someone with my words."

"Who did you hurt?" asked Amy.

"A friend. I don't know how to make up for it now because I apologized already. Yet, there's still a rift between us."

Immediately, Amy pointed out, "If there's still a rift after you've apologized, can that person still be called a friend? Perhaps it's better to let go of such a friend."

"Let's not talk about this. How long will you be filming this movie?"

Amy got up and rested her head on May's shoulder, answering, "The plan is for two months. After finishing this movie, Troy will hold a farewell concert before temporarily leaving the stage for enlistment. We need to finish filming everything before September."

Troy would be enlisting in September.

"Well, good for him."

Speaking of this, Amy revealed some information. "It seems like Troy knew that he would be enlisted. That's why he enrolled in a prestigious aerospace university and is currently on a leave of absence, which allows him to resume his studies at any time. And once he resumes his studies, he will be a serviceman. Isn't it amazing?"

I asked in curiosity, "When did he take the leave of absence?"

"It was during the year of his college entrance examination. He didn't enroll in September but took a leave of absence instead. It has been two years since then. He wants to become a pilot, so I guess he must have made a long-term plan this time."

"Did he not tell you about his plan?" questioned May.

Upon hearing this, Amy looked somewhat melancholic. "Nah, he always says to take one step at a time. It's hard to figure him out. Besides, he has his own way of doing things, so I don't want to keep probing him. Well, let's leave it at that. We're both still young, and we can withstand the test of time. I just hope our relationship not be worn away by time."

"You're worrying too much at such a young age. Anyway, I heard the weather forecast saying it will rain later. Let's stay in the room and play games," said May, changing the subject.

I walked to the window and saw a familiar aloof figure standing amidst the bustling street.

What was Ezekiel doing there?

I looked at the sky in Bryxton, and it seemed like it was going to rain soon.

What if he got caught in the rain later?

To be honest, I was quite worried about him.

After all, I felt guilty.

How could I have said those words to him yesterday?

I took an umbrella from May's room and said, "You guys have fun. I have something to take care of at home. May, lend me one of your umbrellas."

After bidding goodbye, I hurried downstairs and searched for Ezekiel in the spot where he was before, but I couldn't find him. I searched along the nearby routes and saw him standing outside a dessert shop.

Perhaps he had been standing there for too long. The shop owner approached him and asked, "Sir, what kind of dessert would you like?"