A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 770

“Hi, Mrs. Hughes, what a coincidence.” Jemima Wallace smiled, and her red lips were sexy. “Are you going out?”

“Yup, quite a coincidence. Are you going out too?”

“Yes!” Jemima smiled.

“I’m leaving. Goodbye.” Sylvie hurriedly said a few words and walked right past Jemima.

“Goodbye.” Jemima nodded politely and then she left.

The phone rang again. Sylvie finally had no choice but answered the phone.

A tense voice immediately came from the side of the phone, “Where are you?”

“Downstairs in the lobby!” Sylvie said.

“Oh!” Marley was relieved in an instant. “Sylvie, come up here! Have you eaten?”

“Have you eaten?” She asked instead of answering him.

“No!”

“Let’s eat together!” She said. “At the hotel restaurant! I’m now going up and we’ll meet there!”

“Okay!” He said.

Ten minutes later, they gathered at the hotel restaurant.

When Marley finally met Sylvie, he slowly glanced at her. He didn't see the difference in her face, and Sylvie was smiling calmly. "What do you want to eat?"

"Just now—"

"I would like to have steak. It's been a long time since I've had steak, I miss it!" Sylvie interrupted him. She didn't want to hear anything, and she didn't need any explanation from him.

Marley felt a little embarrassed that she had interrupted him. His gaze shifted from her to the waiter aside.

After ordering the meal, both of them sat there. Sylvie picked up the glass of pure water and took a sip.

"Sylvie, Jemima and I actually—"

"I believe in you!" She said softly, "You don’t have to tell me, there’re some things that I really don't want to know!"

After Marley heard what Sylvie said, he desisted.

Just, what was in her mind?

He realized that although she was sitting in front of him at the moment, yet she seemed very far away from him.

She smiled and put down her glass.

He looked at her faint smile which could barely be noticed. His hands were resting under the table. He couldn't help but tighten his fist. He started to feel a little annoyed and he couldn’t help frowning.

When she saw him frowning, she was distressed for him, and she also felt heartbroken. She was distressed because his face was filled with sorrow; she felt heartbroken because the one who could soothe his sorrow wasn’t her.

It should be a woman like Jemima!

During the meal, she was quiet. She cut the beef with a knife skillfully. For about half an hour, she barely spoke. He occasionally said a word, and she responded lightly as if deliberately trying to keep a distance.

After the meal, they returned to their room.

As soon as the door opened, Marley said behind her, "Sylvie, there's really nothing going on with Jemima and me. It’s over now!"

She was stunned. She didn't turn around and didn’t say anything. Such a silent atmosphere seemed more appropriate now. She also didn’t look at him for a while, but said, "I know!"

"Then what do you mean now?" He asked rhetorically.

He felt hurt inside. A woman he once loved had conceived his child and aborted it before he even knew it. Couldn’t he just be sad? However, he was more concerned about her feelings. But the way she was now made him feel even worse.

Sylvie suddenly went into a trance. Finally, she turned and looked at him, as if she was about to say something, but she couldn’t.

“I don't mind”, she couldn’t even say the words. How could she not mind? She saw Jemima hugging him and watching them kiss. Of course, she would mind.

"It wasn't me who took the initiative to kiss her!" He looked closely at her and said. Sylvie was shocked by his deep voice, "Something happened, and I just got caught off guard."

Sylvie didn't get back her sense immediately. Then she clenched her fist fiercely.

Was he explaining to her?

It was probably his limit to say something like that.

Her mind was in all the perturbation. Then she lowered her head and whispered, “Marley, I don’t want to talk today. It’s unrealistic for me to say I don’t mind. However, I don’t even seem to be in a position to say that I mind. After all, our marriage was a union, and neither of us wanted that at the beginning. In fact, I just want you to be truthful with yourself. If you want to leave and go to Jemima, I really won’t blame you. But please don’t let me be the last one to know about it! I can agree to break up and agree to a divorce.”

Marley frowned.

He reached out, grabbed Sylvie, and held her in his arms. The smell of the perfume in his embrace made Sylvie frown instantly, and she felt a little nauseous for a moment.

Her stomach began to churn. She couldn't help but think of his hug and kiss with Jemima just now.

She immediately pushed him unconsciously.

Suddenly with a "bang—" sound, she was held down hard by him.

"Ah..." With a shriek from Sylvie, her little body was picked up by a pair of strong arms and suspended in the air.

He carried her and went straight to the couch.

"Let go of me!" Sylvie exclaimed.

After he placed the struggling Sylvie on the couch, his robust body pressed down towards her.

Marley looked at Sylvie under him who was staring angrily at him. A faint hint of anger lingered in his eyes.

"Jealous?" He smiled faintly and asked her.