A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 771 She Was Alone

"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!

Sylvie was heartbroken as if one seemed to be able to hear the 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 Jemima.

He was still 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 beautiful!

Sylvie only felt that her chest was so stuffy that she was going to be out of breath.

She fixed her eyes on Marley's face. 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? I want to be alone tonight!"

Sylvie's soft voice bore the broken heartache. She managed a smile and closed her eyes.

Marley stroked his thick hair manically and forcefully. He didn't know what to say.

Sylvie’s silence and her loneliness at this time upset him. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. On the one hand, he didn't want to make Sylvie sad, but when she asked him if he loved her, he hesitated again. But he really felt sorry for her.

He clenched his fist tightly, trying to control the inexplicable irritability and contradiction in his heart. He lay down and said in a deep voice, "Good night!"

No more talking.

For a while, Sylvie had trouble falling asleep although she was very tired, so was Marley.

After an hour, she was still awake.

Marley was also restless and couldn't sleep. He wanted to turn over in bed but was afraid of waking Sylvie. He got up and got out of bed to change his clothes.

Sylvie didn't move. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Marley 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 deal with business negotiations tomorrow.

The door slammed, and Sylvie's heart sank.

She turned over and lay feebly on the bed, holding the quilt tightly in her arms, her petite body trembling slightly.

Her fair face turned pale and the beautiful eyes were filled with strong loneliness and sadness at this time.

It was quiet all around. She turned off all the lights in the room and wrapped her vulnerability in the dark. She was all alone in the strange hotel room in a strange city.

She was alone!

That was what she wanted, right?

When she fell in love with Marley, she knew the result for a long time, didn't she?

But what’s with the pain in her heart!

Marley, who came out of the hotel room, was still very upset. He wanted to have a drink, but he gave up. He came back an hour later.

The moment the door opened, Sylvie lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

Marley saw her shrinking on the bed, holding the quilt tightly, just like a child. It seemed that only the quilt could bring her a sense of security and warmth, but she looked so lonely.

All the lights were turned off, and only some of the light was on outside the hotel. Fragmented light reflected in and shone on her.

Marley walked over and sat down by the bed. He 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 he left.

His heart ached for her as he reached out his hand, trying to caress her soft body and hold her in his arms.

However, in the face of her tears, he hesitated. He lay down beside her, gently wrapped her around. Sylvie suddenly tensed every muscle in her body.

Marley felt her tension and knew that she was not asleep. He gently pulled her over, lifted her chin, and let her face him. “Sylvie, are you sad?" he asked.

He wiped her tears gently with his slender fingers, and his tone was extremely soft.

Sylvie opened her eyes. In the dark, the light outlined Marley's angular face. The pair of dark eyes just like the night had a look that made her tremble.

"No!" She replied angrily. Her voice was hoarse because of crying.

Then she bit her lips, trying to suppress her sadness.

Seeing her like this, Marley gently stroked her lips, "Silly girl, Sylvie, in my heart, you are unique!"

Unique didn’t mean love!

"It's too easy to say love. It's a blasphemy of love!" Marley sighed, "Do you want me to be such a man?"

A tear dropped from Sylvie’s eyes, quickly slid through the tender cheek, and then fell into Marley's hand.

She pursed her lips again, trying to fight back her tears!

But Marley’s heart ached for her. He hoped she cried out to vent the mood. But Sylvie trying so hard to stop herself from crying made him heartbroken. Thinking about how tough she was, he couldn’t be more painful!

Sylvie quickly took back tears!

He held her in his arms and said, "Sylvie, you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I mean it and I won’t change!"

She looked up at him in a daze, and he looked down at her. In the dark, their eyes met each other. She saw his serious eyes, but she was confused.

Marley could not bear such a blank look. Although she was in his arms, her mind was like a kite and flew far away!

"Sylvie, in the afternoon, there was an accident! I saw..." He suddenly paused and didn't know how to tell her.

However, she was his wife, and he wanted to tell her what happened before him. But he worried that she would be sad. He was in a dilemma.

Just he suddenly paused, Sylvie looked up at him with a bewildered look.

"Sylvie, I will not hide from you. You promise me you will not be sad after hearing what I said?"

Sylvie looked at Marley, a trace of sadness flowing in the beautiful eyes.

Marley wrapped her with the hot breath. He said to her heartily, "Sylvie, I have seen her pregnancy history!"

Suddenly, Sylvie trembled, and she noticed the pain in Marley's eyes, and her stomach knotted.

"But she aborted the child!" His voice was filled with complicated emotions. After all, it was his child he was talking about.

"Sylvie, I said to her, I'm sorry for her! She was determined to break up with me, and if she did not leave me, maybe I would not marry you! I'm not a person who will get back together with my ex, so I can only be sorry for her!" Marley looked at Sylvie's eyes and said, forcing a smile, "I just want to live with you, and get old together. It's simple!"

Sylvie’s eyes were filled with tears as she heard his words.

She gently held Marley's neck and said, "Marley, do you really think so?"

"Is that what people have been asking for all their lives? Ordinary happiness. Our origin have carried too much responsibility. Will our life be so miserable if we’re not happy?" asked Marley.

Unable to express her feelings, Sylvie looked at him with a daze, and the bottom of her heart was soft.