A Moment in Destiny

"Oh! All right,” she answered reluctantly.

He was also stunned, wondering who was the man holding her at the airport? Best friend?! There was a sneer on his lips, and then it flashed away. He teased, deliberately lowering his voice, "Are you reluctant?"

As he said that, he held the steering wheel with his left hand and put his right hand on the back of her side. She suddenly became nervous and said, "Mr Hughes, you, drive safe!"

"Sylvie, don't you think you have something to say to me?" His voice was gentle, but there was a provocation in his tone.

"I, what do I have anything to say?" Sylvie asked.

She really didn't know what happened to Marley, who was not his usual self suddenly. She was really puzzled that he made such a frivolous act of putting her hand on the back of her chair!

Fortunately, her cell phone rang.

She lowered her head to hold the mobile phone to avoid this kind of flustered mood. The light blue screen reflected her slightly flustered eyes. She looked at the flashing number in a dazed. Seeing it was from Ryan, she did not answer the phone.

Being with Marley, she was a little reluctant to speak.

Seeing that she didn't answer the phone, Marley withdrew his hand and asked, "Why didn't you answer?"

"Nothing urgent!" Sylvie said.

The caller didn’t give up. Instead, he called over and over again with high frequency. It could be seen that the automatic redial function was used.

The phone rang three times, and Sylvie finally surrendered and pressed the answer button. ”Hello, Ryan? What's up? Is there anything urgent?”

"Sylvie, just let you know that I get home!" Ryan's clear voice came.

"Oh! You can eat by yourself. There's something in the fridge. You can cook it by yourself or go out to eat. When you get out of the neighborhood, there's a restaurant. Sichuan cuisine, which you love.”

"When do you get off work? Shall I pick you up?"

"No, I have something to do at night. I may go back very late!"

"Oh! Well, I'll pick you up at night! Where is it?"

"Thanks,but no need. Ryan!" Sylvie said with a frown, feeling that he seemed to be different.

"Happy birthday, Sylvie!" Ryan said suddenly.

"Ah.” Sylvie was in a daze. Was it June 15th? Was it her birthday?

late it’ll be, I

words, Sylvie was a bit moved. She never remembered her birthday, but every year, Ryan remembered it. She

be?

time, she felt bitter thinking

early!"

still in a daze after putting down the phone. Marley tightened the grip on

drove directly to a Western

out of the car!" His

the car with obedience, following him with a bag on her hand. He suddenly becomes very serious. It

Sylvie found it unacceptable of his sudden change. Especially, she was astonished when he helped her pull the chair, but she

What shocked Sylvie was

soon as the waiter left, Marley looked at Sylvie who was confused. He said slowly, "Happy

her birthday? Besides, she spoke in a very low voice on the phone. Did he hear it when she

birthday today?" Marley asked,

nodded slightly, and neither of

with the cake that Marley ordered, on which there was a candle on

Sylvie, happy birthday! Blow the candle!" he said

tears blurred her eyes, the man in front of her was looking at her. With black and fresh short hair, clearly defined face, he said

you, Mr Hughes!" She immediately straightened up her

birthday, which was unexpected to her. She thought he hated her. At this moment, she also felt that he was the kind man of that year. He was still as kind as he

She was very moved.

blowing the candle,

don’t you eat the cake?" Marley

good to look at it," she smiled

was better not to break it by eating it. Looking at this beautiful 12 inch delicate cake, Sylvie was very satisfied, unwilling to make a change of it,

was different. This girl was complicated. Sometimes she was so mature and calm that made one frightening. But sometimes she was as shy and simple as a child. He met countless

explained with a smile, "The cake is beautiful. To cut it

Marley cut the cake himself. "If you don't eat, it will goes bad. Isn't it more

and she said sweetly, "It seems to

put it on

and ate

it was sweet and greasy. The sweet taste was conveyed to the mouth through the tip of the tongue, making her feel

a piece to put it in front of him, only to find that he just looked down at it, instead of taking a bite. She was embarrassed at once. Generally, men didn't like sweet food. She made a

if he was staring

don't like

spoon. She was surprised and

with a strange tone,

than the cake in the cake room outside. He said it was just OK. Sylvie couldn’t help thinking that he was a man with high standard. As he said, he always