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 face turned suddenly pale! So, in any case, she would let go to give a chance to him and

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

so stuffy that she was going to

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?

the broken heartache. She managed a smile and closed her

thick hair manically and forcefully. He

her loneliness at this time upset

know what was wrong with him. On the one hand, he didn't want to make Sylvie sad, but

contradiction in his

No more talking.

trouble falling asleep although she was very tired, so was

an hour, she

bed but was afraid of waking Sylvie. He got up and got out of bed to change his

closed her eyes and

at Sylvie on the bed, and went out as quietly as he could. He wanted to go to the bar of the hotel for a

slammed, and Sylvie's

the bed, holding the quilt

the beautiful eyes were filled with strong loneliness

around. She turned off all the lights in the room and wrapped her vulnerability in the dark. She was

She was alone!

was what

knew the result for

with the

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

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

was on outside

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 after

ached for her as he reached out his hand, trying to caress her soft body and hold her

he hesitated. He lay down beside her,

her tension and knew that she was not asleep. He gently pulled her over, lifted her

with his slender fingers,

the dark, the light outlined Marley's angular face. The pair of

voice was hoarse because of

bit her lips, trying to