A Moment in Destiny

"Tired?" Marley sneered, “Today, Jemima kissed me, which is the same as Ernie kissing you! I know how you feel! But don't go too far! I told you it was an accident, and it’ll never happen again.”

His voice grew louder and his face suddenly changed. He stared at her with cold eyes, making Sylvie shudder.

She looked up at Marley who was mad and asked, "Marley, OK! Let's talk. What do you want to talk about? Let's talk about it now!"

She was really tired. Why did he have to talk to her? She didn't feel like talking about it at all! She was exhausted and was not in a mood to talk.

Marley was suddenly in a trance, not knowing what to say.

"Marley, you can't forget Jemima, can you?" Although Sylvie's voice was very soft, Marley was shocked.

In an instant, countless pieces of memories began to emerge in his mind. Although it was no longer as painful as before, it still hurt. “Sylvie, I’m over Jemima!"

"This afternoon, you left me and went after her. At that moment, I felt that you really couldn't get over her! You were so flustered when chasing after her.” She added, "Besides, you’re getting more emotional. I don’t think you are immature, but you’re not used to a world without Jemima!"

When Marley found that he was angry again, he realized that Sylvie had misunderstood his expression, so he sighed and said, "If I say that I am angry because of you, will you believe it?"

"I don't know!" Should she believe? At the bottom of her heart, a sense of sadness was surging over. She asked, “Do you think I should believe it?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Because you have lived with Jemima for five years, and you have been together for a long time!" she said.

"I..."

"Marley, do you love me?" Sylvie asked.

She knew she would believe him if he answered her. But he hesitated, and just a moment of hesitation, Sylvie knew that he loved Jemima.

A wave of silence and sadness emerged from the bottom of her heart as if to annihilate her consciousness.

In Marley's heart, Jemima had always occupied an important position, which she couldn’t pry into. After all, Jemima was the one who had lived with him for five years.

She was naive enough to think that after so many things, she was the most important in Marley's mind, but she was wrong. She regretted asking the question the moment he hesitated.

Marley also hesitated. Did he love Sylvie?

He never thought about it!

blood dripping from her heart. Her face turned suddenly pale! So, in any case,

after she asked for a long time. It was not difficult to answer, but he hesitated, which could only prove that the

was so stuffy that she was going to be out of

to close her eyes, turned around to force a smile. She said, "I know you don't love me, and the one you always love is Jemima! In this case, why should we give each other a hard time? Marley, I'm tired and don't want to talk. Would you please stop talking to me? I want

broken heartache. She managed a smile and closed

thick hair manically and forcefully. He didn't

loneliness

On the one hand, he didn't want to make Sylvie sad, but when she asked him if he loved her, he hesitated again. But he really

clenched his fist tightly, trying to control the inexplicable irritability and contradiction in his

No more talking.

Sylvie had trouble falling asleep although

she

He wanted to turn over in bed but was afraid of waking Sylvie. He

closed her eyes and pretended to

he could. He wanted to go to the bar of the hotel for a drink to take a load off his mind. He had to deal with business negotiations

slammed, and Sylvie's heart

the quilt tightly in

were filled with strong loneliness and sadness

and wrapped her vulnerability in the dark. She

She was alone!

what

in love with Marley, she knew the result for a long time,

with the pain in

wanted to have a drink, but he gave up. He came

the door opened, Sylvie lay on the bed and

the quilt tightly, just like a child. It seemed that only

only some of the light was on outside the hotel. Fragmented light reflected in and

sat down by the bed. He looked at Sylvie whose eyes were closed and there were shallow tears on her small cheek. Through the wet pillow, he knew that she had cried

trying to caress her

of her tears, he hesitated. He lay down beside

and knew that she was not asleep. He gently pulled her over, lifted her chin, and let her face him. “Sylvie, are

his slender fingers, and

The pair of dark eyes just like the night had a look that made her

She replied angrily. Her voice was

bit her lips, trying to