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!

sound of blood dripping from her heart. Her

still hesitating after she asked for a long time. It was not difficult to answer, but he hesitated, which could

stuffy that she was going to be out

her eyes on Marley's face. At this moment, she chose 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 to

bore the broken heartache. She

manically and forcefully. He didn't know what

her loneliness at

make Sylvie sad, but when she asked him if he loved her, he hesitated again. But he really felt

trying to control the inexplicable irritability and contradiction in his heart. He lay down and said in a deep

No more talking.

falling asleep although she was very

she was

to turn over in bed but was afraid of waking Sylvie. He got up and got out of bed

move. She closed her eyes and pretended to

He wanted to go to the bar of

slammed, and Sylvie's heart

lay feebly on the bed, holding the quilt tightly in her arms,

beautiful eyes were filled with strong

in the room and wrapped her vulnerability in

She was alone!

was what she wanted,

Marley, she knew

with the pain in

still very upset. He wanted to have a drink, but he gave up. He came back

door opened, Sylvie lay on the bed and closed her

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

and only some of the light was on outside the hotel.

down by the bed. He looked at Sylvie whose eyes were closed and there were shallow tears on her small cheek. Through

heart ached for her as he reached out his hand, trying to caress her

the face of her tears, he hesitated. He lay down beside her, gently wrapped her around. Sylvie

asleep. He gently pulled her over, lifted her chin, and let her face him. “Sylvie,

with his slender fingers, and his

her eyes. In the dark, the light outlined Marley's angular face. The pair of dark eyes just like the night had a look that made her

voice was hoarse because

bit her lips, trying to