"Sylvie, no one can stand in the way of our happiness!" Marley said softly in a deep voice, “She doesn’t matter if we can have ourselves."
"She's not the obstacle between us, right?" she asked.
She was more of asking herself than Marley. She wanted to be sure that could they get through it.
She could bear all kinds of pains, but she was unable to let this matter go as someone else was involved!
Hearing the tenderness and uncertainty in her tone Marley felt pain in his heart, and he said with a smile, looking into her eyes, "Of course, no one has become our obstacle!"
"Thank you!" Sylvie's eyes were misted with moving and trust. She gently leaned on his chest and said, Thank you! Marley, if you are with her, I will not blame you. I just hope I will not be the last person to know!"
Her chest was rolling and her voice choked.
She didn't know what she felt in her heart but felt an inexplicable pain.
Marley lifted his small face and said, "Sylvie, no! I said at any time, no matter what happened, we just won’t break up, except betrayal! We should not make such a mistake. Understand?"
"Okay!" Her voice trembled as she leaned against him.
"Sylvie, is this okay?" he spoke.
"Well?" She looked at him with confusion.
He looked into her eyes and said, “Your jealousy makes me really upset!"
"I'm sorry!" she whispered.
And he suddenly lowered his head, kissed her trembling lips very hard as if he was trying to punish her. The slight pain let her cry out, and his tongue took the opportunity to invade wildly. Their tongues intertwined and licked as they kissed each other passionately.
Sylvie suddenly felt powerless and tried to push him, but the move was counterproductive. He looked at her with a warning, held her hands, and fixed it on top of his head.
He deepened the kiss, leaving no room for her to retreat. She was glad that they made it clear that he wanted to spend time with her.
Sylvie only felt that her blood was going to boil, and her head was throbbing. She was unable to stand it.
In a hurry, she decided not to resist anymore. She gave up her struggle and chose to obey. His promise reverberated in her ear, and she felt she should trust him! Maybe it was better to be soft? She gave up the struggle and hugged his neck, and his intense kiss became a light peck and a slow taste.
His lips were soft and slippery, and the warm senses were so exciting!
Finally, he finished kissing.
She took a little fresh air deeply, but she was attacked by him before she could recover.
Sylvie was kissed by him before she could say something. She was dizzy and befuddled as if she was drunk.
"Sylvie, we will not separate!" he said in her ear.
Under the moonlight, the sentiment was deep!
And the moon slipped into the clouds.
Her thoughts were blank for a moment. When she heard him, she chose to believe him! ‘Marley, I believe you, but you must not let me down!’ She told herself that at the bottom of her heart.
The next day’s business negotiation went well.
Sylvie also went to find people according to the list provided by Tyler and called to meet at the coffee instead of the hotel.
Marley did not appear. Sylvie, who was a representative fully responsible for picking talents from the high-tech industry, went there alone.
Marley gave her power, and she took it seriously.
She met a few young students, who came from Los Angeles. For three hours, Sylvie met three people in succession, but only one was qualified in her eyes.
It was a boy named Jorge Lucas. The two talked about the conditions for employment. Jorge Lucas agreed to sign a contract after he was returning home.
After seeing Jorge Lucas away, Sylvie received a call from Marley. "Sylvie, how is it going?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Good!"
"Well, let’s get something to eat!"
"Alright!"
"Where are you now?"
"In the coffee shop!"
"Wait there. I'll pick you up!" Marley went to pick her up personally, afraid that she was lost.
"Okay!" Sylvie hung up the phone and waited.
She just took a sip of coffee and looked up, only to see Jemima.
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the writing is quite childish, but maybe it's just the translations...