A Moment in Destiny

"Yes! I am not a good man!" His tone sank, there was sadness flashing through his eyes. “It's all my idea. I asked her to wait here. What's up?”

"But you are not a bad man in my heart!" Sylvie said gently, "Even if it is you, I will forgive you! But Ernie, love cannot be forced!"

Ernie was suddenly surprised, looking at Sylvie with complicated eyes. “I'm not a good man. Why do you forgive me?"

She smiled and said, "Ernie, I don't know what kind of sadness or story you have in your heart. I can see your complaint. Why do you hate Marley's father?"

Ernie was a little surprised by Sylvie’s words.

"People said I was cruel and cold, and said I was stubborn and twisted, and I was not a good man, a playboy! I don't have any sad story about me. I'm just a normal person!"

"Do you have to say that, Ernie?" Sylvie said excitedly.

"You care about me?" Ernie asked, raising his eyebrows. Excited as he was, he pulled her to him and let her sit on his thigh. Holding Sylvie's waist, he whispered in her ear, “Sylvie, don’t care about me. Or else I won’t let go.”

Sylvie pushed him, trying to break free. "What is the matter with you, Ernie? Let go of me!"

"I won’t. Sylvie, I hold you, I have hugged you... "he whispered in her ear.

Sylvie was flustered. “Ernie, let go!" she yelled.

"Sylvie, why Marley. Why him?" he murmured, and his tone was sad.

Suddenly, Sylvie stopped struggling as she felt a little hot on her shoulder. Something seeped into her skin, which was so hot!

Well!

Was it Ernie's tears?

She suddenly turned her head down and looked at Ernie.

Ernie's head was rested on her shoulder, and another drop of water fell into her shoulder. However, she could not see his face. He held her waist so tightly that as if he was to rub her into his body.

Sylvie did not struggle, and she dazzled for a long time, letting out a long sigh. He put his jaw against her shoulder and neck. She felt more and more liquid on her neck.

The breath of the heat hit her shoulder and neck, and he still held her tightly and put his arm around her.

appear in front of you any more, okay? There will be a good girl in your

ha!" he suddenly

was upset, hearing his

so hot and bitter. Sylvie, who was not heartless, could feel the man’s sincerity at this moment. It was impossible

he had regained his composure. There was nothing in his eyes, but a trace of fragility

steps and sat down

her far away with sparkling eyes, his eyes were calm

obscure time of my life. I appreciated! Ernie, be happy! Marley is your cousin. I don't want to make you guys fall out because of me! Why don’t

he said with a

are

am not happy! If you would like to be with me to go somewhere where no one know us, I may be happy! Are you sure you're going to be the one who saved me?" he said, half-smiling. There was

for you! You will meet the girl who is right for you!" Sylvie said again seriously, “She will be there for you no matter how hurtful

want you!"

suddenly choked her, and she stood up and wanted to get out to have some fresh air. Once again, she felt a pair of hands tightly pinched her

asked in a

wrist, he said, “Is it so hard for

flashed through his eyes, and blue

he was serious! What a sad last meal!

approaching, Sylvie was flustered and withdrew her

let go of her. Sylvie returned to the table, and sat down. “Order something! Since you want to treat, I have no reason not to eat! Besides, you invited me and

clearly, Ernie was

pushed open, Marley strode

his face. She stood up

her hand and walked towards the table.

as she saw the fingerprint on his face, and her eyes were

you order?" Marley sat down by Sylvie and glanced at Marley

of disappointment flashed by Ernie’s eyes. He began to ask

of red wine was on the starfish wine stand. Two empty glasses were placed on each

allowed to

and the three

the table, he held her little hand. She looked up in a panic, meeting his eyes. He suddenly beamed a faint smile. Although the fingerprint was visible on his face, his eyes were so attractive. All of this was too dreamy, and Sylvie returned to her mind

the red wine

Ernie. I can't drink. I have to drive. Let’s replace the wine with

can call