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.

She finally said, "Ernie, sorry! I will never appear in front of you any more, okay? There will be a good girl

he

upset,

iron on 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 knew what she was doing

had regained his composure. There was nothing in his eyes, but a

took a few steps and sat down in

looked at her far away with sparkling eyes, his eyes were

meet each other anymore! Thank you for saving me in the most obscure time of my life. I appreciated! Ernie, be happy! Marley is your cousin. I don't

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

his eyes and said, "Ernie, you are not a tough

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

will meet the girl who is right for you!"

just want

up and wanted to get out to have some fresh air. Once again, she felt a

asked in a

stood up and came to her. Grasping her wrist, he said, “Is it so hard for you to have the

him. Sadness flashed through his eyes, and blue veins stood out on his temples.

was serious! What a sad last meal! She felt a little pain

Sylvie was flustered and withdrew

the table, and sat down. “Order something! Since you

said that clearly, Ernie was stiff

was pushed open, Marley strode

see the finger print on his face. She stood up nervously and walked to him. "Marley,

Marley took her hand and

on

down by Sylvie and glanced at Marley across

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

of red wine was on the starfish wine stand. Two empty glasses were placed on each side, in front

allowed to

the three of them remained

down. Marley turned his head and looked at her. Under 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

red wine and poured it a

drive. Let’s replace the wine

can call