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.

said, "Ernie, sorry! I will never appear in front of you any more, okay?

ha!" he suddenly

was upset, hearing his

her shoulder, which was so hot and bitter. Sylvie, who was not heartless, could feel the man’s sincerity at this moment. It was impossible for her to be indifferent! But she

withdrew his hand and looked up, he had regained his composure. There was nothing in his eyes, but a trace of fragility

a few steps and

away with sparkling eyes, his

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

I was unhappy?" he said with a bitter smile.

"Ernie, you are

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 self-mockery in his eyes. He knew that it was impossible, but

for you! You will meet the girl who is right for you!" Sylvie said again seriously, “She will be

I just want you!" he

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 neck. Why was she

in a

came to her. Grasping her wrist, he said, “Is it so hard for you to have the last meal with me? You

through his eyes, and blue veins stood out on his

sad last meal! She felt

was flustered and withdrew

sat down. “Order something! Since you want to treat, I have no reason not to eat! Besides, you invited

deliberately said that clearly, Ernie was stiff and his

was pushed open, Marley strode

print on his face.

and

saw the fingerprint on his

sat down by Sylvie and glanced at Marley across the

by Ernie’s eyes. He began to ask

with food, and a bottle of red wine was on the starfish wine stand.

allowed to drink

quiet, and the three of them remained

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 in a trance. Seeing him looking

the red wine and poured it a

have to drive. Let’s replace the

can call the