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!

seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood dripping from her heart. Her face turned

long time. It was not difficult to answer, but he hesitated, which could only prove that the person he loved was

felt that her chest was so stuffy that she was going to be out of

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

broken heartache. She managed a smile

manically and

silence and her loneliness at this

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

in his heart. He lay down and said

No more talking.

falling asleep although she was

hour, she was

and couldn't sleep. He wanted to turn over in bed but was afraid of

closed her eyes

changed his clothes, looked 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 drink to take a load off his mind. He had to

slammed, and

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

pale and the beautiful eyes were filled with strong loneliness and sadness at

lights in the room and wrapped her vulnerability in the dark. She was all alone in the strange

She was alone!

was what

love with Marley, she knew

the pain

was still very upset. He wanted to have a drink, but he gave

lay on the bed and closed her

like a child. It seemed that only the quilt could bring

were turned off, and only some of the light was on outside

were closed and there were shallow tears on her small cheek. Through the wet pillow, he knew that she

as he reached out his hand, trying to

hesitated. He lay down beside her, gently wrapped her

not asleep. He gently pulled her over, lifted her chin, and let her

slender fingers, and his tone was extremely

Marley's angular face. The pair of dark eyes just like

Her voice was hoarse because of

lips,