A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 777

Sylvie turned her head and looked at him coldly. Her red and swollen eyes were filled with tears again, "Mr. Hughes, what do you want to do? Rape me again? You can't live without a woman? I'm really disappointed with you! From today on, I don't owe you anymore! Let's pretend we've never met! I'm quitting. I don't owe you or the Mccarthy family! I don't want to see you again. I hope we never meet each other! When we get back home, let's get divorced!"

"Sylvie!" Marley panicked and took her in his arms. She didn't resist but remained extremely calm, "Let me go."

"What do you want?" was anxious and asked with anger.

Sylvie wiped her tears and whispered, "I just want to get divorced! From now on, we cut it off with each other!"

"It's impossible." Marley's gaze turned cold. He was fuming with anger, chuckled, and couldn't help but ridicule to vent his anger, "Do you think I will agree?"

Sylvie smiled faintly as if everything was no longer important!

She couldn't tell whether she was sad or not, but she didn't want to be disturbed anymore, "Do whatever you want."

Marley looked at her fiercely.

"Sylvie! What the hell are you? How can you get above yourself?" He called out her name in a low male voice.

Her vision became blurred and she couldn't see him clearly.

She just felt her heart twitching.

Sylvie looked at Marley and sobbed. She said with difficulty, "You are the one that gets above yourself. I am patient with you, but you take it for granted and keep hurting me. You are a bastard. I thought you were a business talent, so I showed respect for you. However, you are just a sex maniac. You're not better than me. Moreover, you sell your body for money. Do you have any qualifications to accuse me? Remember who you are. To me, you're good for nothing!"

She stared at him, holding back the tears, but failed.

Marley gazed at Sylvie blankly with a distressed look.

After a while, Marley calmed down and suppressed the distress. He curled up his lips, let go of her, and said, "You're right. I'm good for nothing. It's all my fault."

Sylvie chuckled and didn't feel the pain in her wrist. "It's none of my business!"

She just resolutely turned around, pulled her suitcase, picked up her bag, and left.

The door was shut.

Marley watched her disappear and felt it hard to breathe.

Sylvie came out of the hotel with her arms crossed. The tears on her face had dried up. She tried to smile. She got in a taxi and headed for the airport.

Marley seemed to think of something and chased after her.

Suddenly, a fragrance spread. Then he saw Jemima.

"Marley, where are you going?" Jemima stopped Marley in the lobby of the hotel.

"I have something to do!" Marley pulled her away, waved for the taxi, and went to the airport.

Jemima looked at his figure with tears in her eyes. Marley had fallen in love with Sylvie. Jemima discovered she was no longer attractive to Marley.

In the airport.

Marley went into the airport and searched for Sylvie.

Sylvie lowered her head, with long hair hanging on the shoulders. Her hair and red cheeks set her off. Other people would feel pity for her when they saw the sadness in Sylvie's eyes.

When Marley saw her beautiful figure, he felt his heart throbbing and couldn't help fix his gaze on her.

It was the first time that he had observed her so carefully and discovered that she was so estranged and indifferent. She seemed to be so stubborn and strong, which attracted her.

Marley frowned, clenched his fists, cleared his mind, and strode towards her!

Sylvie had got her ticket and was about to enter the ticket barrier.

Marley had approached and gripped her wrist. "Sylvie! Come back to the hotel with me. We're going on vacation!"

She suddenly looked up at him and did not expect him to chase after her. She saw the hickey on his neck and felt a pricking in her eyes. She had made up her mind. Her gaze was indifferent. After a long time, she said, "Marley, let go!"

There was something in Marley's clear eyes. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Sylvie, stay here. Let's go on holiday!"

"No!" Sylvie withdrew her hand. "Mr. Hughes, you'd better go on vacation with Jemima! You make me feel disgusted! I felt ashamed to spend a holiday with you! Goodbye!"

With that, she went to the check-in counter.

"Sylvie, do you have to make it tough on me?"