A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 790 A Clean Hand Wants No Washing!

Marley's words caused Sylvie to be stunned slightly, and also her heart to tremble. "What do you want to know?"

"Sylvie, you have to trust me! Okay?"

His big, warm hand gently caressed Sylvie's face, causing a shiver to run through her heart. She said faintly, "I––I don't want you to have any more encounters with her, just trust me! As for what really happened, a clean hand wants no washing!"

"You're worried that she and I will rekindle old flames, aren't you?"

"I just don't like it, I have mysophobia!" Sylvie blushed and said.

"Ha-ha, little girl! I have mysophobia too! And I'm a man who is responsible for my marriage and doesn't like to get myself into trouble! Come to work with me, and you must satisfy me anytime and anywhere! Your husband, me, need you!"

A blush crept up her face again, anytime and anywhere!

"No! I want my own space! Do what you want, I'll just trust you!"

"But I want to take up all your space and keep you from imagining things!" He said in a double entendre. Then, his hands took control of her waist, pulled her completely close to him, and commanded appallingly, "Honey, don't forget that you're my wife. You have the duty and responsibility to satisfy me!"

Sylvie's eyes widened abruptly, and in the next moment, her cherry lips were covered by Marley's fiery lips!

It wasn't until both of them were panting that he repeatedly spat out a phrase from his mouth, "Sylvie, you have to trust me!"

"I trust you, and always will."

"You have to trust me! There's a conspiracy going on here and we have to uncover it together! We encountered Jemima on our trip, and then by such a coincidence, we met her and so many reporters again on our way back home! I suspect that someone is manipulating something behind the scenes! So, you must trust me as if you don't, I really can't feel comfortable investigating it! Understand?"

"Okay!" She snuggled into his bosom with her head resting on his sturdy arms. She put her hands on his chest, feeling his pounding heart.

What could be the conspiracy?

She had no idea!

But after hearing his words, she also had some doubts in her mind! How could she not want to know those things that she couldn't investigate in time?

"I trust you!" Sylvie repeated.

Marley smiled and reached out to lift her chin. "Honey, you must really trust me this time!"

"So do you trust me?" She asked rhetorically.

He froze, feeling a little embarrassed. "Will! I'll always trust you from now on!"

"If a marriage is mixed with mistrust, it's like a pavilion without a solid foundation on the verge of collapse! We can only go far if we trust each other!" She smiled back. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

"Sylvie! I'm so sorry for putting you through this!" He said, being so torn.

She raised her eyes to meet his affectionate gaze, and a warm current rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. "Just take it as an ordeal in my life, and I have to go through it!"

"Are you tired? Honey, let's go upstairs and I'll give you a massage…" He drawled deliberately to make the remark sound pregnant with meaning.

Sylvie's face flushed again, "Stop it!"

It was only 9:00 p.m.

At this moment, Marley's phone suddenly rang!

Sylvie's heart trembled as Marley frowned and looked at the phone. It was Jemima calling!

He immediately whispered, "Sylvie, it's Jemima!"

"Do you want me to leave you two alone to talk?" Sylvie asked.

"You great buffoon, what are you avoiding? Listen to what she's going to say!" Marley made a gesture of silence, then turned on the speakerphone and answered the phone. "Hello! Jemima!"

Immediately, Jemima's voice came over the phone, "Marley, the reporters are here again! What should I do? The reporters keep blocking my door! I can't go out anymore!"

Marley frowned slightly, but said calmly in a deep voice, "Jemima, what do you expect me to do?"

"I..." Jemima gave a slight pause. She seemed to sense something and started sobbing again. "What can I expect you to do? I just don't have a solution! I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten anything all day!"

"Oh! In that case, it'll really hurt your stomach!" Marley continued, "Don't you have my driver's phone number? How come he didn't deliver food to you? Didn't I ask him to get you the phone numbers of a few take-out restaurants? Didn't he give it to you?"

Marley's tone was indifferent. As Sylvie listened to their conversation, she wondered in her mind as to why Marley suddenly realized there was something wrong with Jemima, but she didn't want to pursue it.

"Marley, you…are you with Sylvie?" Jemima suddenly said. She seemed to have deliberately digressed from the topic.

"No, because of you, Sylvie and I may be getting a divorce!" Marley said, and in the meantime, he held Sylvie's hand. A warmth came from her hand, his big strong hand holding her small hand as his eyes filled with deep emotion.

Sylvie's body trembled slightly. She didn't understand Marley's intention but soon understood that he said that on purpose.

"I'm so sorry! Marley, it's all my fault! I…Do you want me to explain to her? We actually have nothing to do with each other!" Jemima said again.

Marley said calmly, "It's fine, Sylvie probably won't listen to anything we say. She's really going to divorce me!"

His tone was a bit muffled, making it difficult to catch what he exactly meant!

And one of his hands wrapped tightly around Sylvie's small, slightly cool hand.

Sylvie's heart trembled and she looked down at the hand that held her tightly. Then, she looked up quietly at Marley's unperturbed face.

She wondered what he wanted to do.

However, she felt a sense of security at this moment.

"Marley, how can she do this to you? You like her so much, you care about her so much, but she actually wants to divorce you. She's really knows nothing about you! Marley, now that Hughes Group is finally back on its feet, it's so thoughtless for her to mess with you at this time!" Jemima's voice had a hint of mockery in it.

Marley pursed his lips with a sneer appearing in his eyes. Glancing at Sylvie, he said faintly to the phone, "Jemima, Sylvie just can't tolerate it! But when you say so, I also think it's a mistake for me to love her!"

As he finished his words, he looked at Sylvie again, his hand holding hers tightly.

Sylvie sighed slightly while watching him, who was actually acting, talk to Jemima like this! Once again, she sighed, he was really acting, yet his tone seemed so sincere that she couldn't recognize it!

"Then––" Jemima raised her voice, but then paused it.

"You call someone to bring you food! If the reporter keeps this up, Sylvie and I will be really screwed!" Marley added, "So be it, Jemima, take care of yourself!"

"Oh! Alright! Marley, you too!" Jemima said gently on the other end of the phone.

Putting down the phone, Marley's stalwart body leaned against the back of the comfortable couch, then he pulled Sylvie's small hand onto his lap.

Sylvie could feel the warmth coming from the back of her hands, and could even feel the strength of the firmness between Marley's legs.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, then he looked at Sylvie, "If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow's newspapers will probably report that we're getting a divorce, so you need to gather your thoughts! We may be divorced!"

Sylvie was dumbfounded and somewhat helpless. "You said that to her on purpose!"

"I really don't want to do this to her, but I have to verify something myself!" Marley's deep tone was tinged with the power of determination. After a pause, he continued, "I really don't want to think so badly of her, but there are some things I really can't be sure of! The truth always hurts! Sylvie, I just want you to believe me! I can't care so much about others!"

"Marley, to be honest, I don't really trust you. I'm not a person who will trust anyone to the fullest!" Sylvie said calmly. Due to certain practices of Sadie, she really couldn't trust others. Her mother, who was supposed to be the person who loved her the most in the world, had actually schemed against her. If she couldn't even trust her mother, who else could she trust?

Sylvie said sullenly, "Seriously, even now, I'm still not sure if I trust you. You always ask me to trust you, but I saw you lie to Jemima with my own eyes. Marley, you make me feel so confused, and I can't tell you what it's like to see you saying these things to Jemima with subterfuge! I wonder if you'll do that to me someday? What is the meaning of life to be sentimental when you are in love and scheming against each other when love is gone?"

"Sylvie! I'm not trying to trick anyone! I never take the initiative to trick anyone!" Marley explained eagerly, "Sylvie, I know you can't get over your psychological trauma yet. It's my fault, I shouldn't have wronged you before, maybe I'm really a bastard! I always thought I knew Jemima very well for five years, it's a habitual trust! It's really my fault."

Sylvie just sighed.

At twenty-two years old, she might have vicissitudes that she shouldn't have! Vicissitudes that didn't match her age. Perhaps because she didn't trust Marley enough, she hadn't told him the news that she might be pregnant until now! She knew that Marley had the right to know as a father, but she still

selfishly didn't tell him! First, she didn't trust him enough, and second, she hadn't gone to the hospital to confirm it yet!

As soon as Marley saw her silence, he got a little nervous again and said hurriedly, "Sylvie, I'm so sorry!"

Sylvie's eyes narrowed slightly, concealing the gloom that quietly flashed through her pupils. She cleared her throat, adjusted her emotions, and said with a smile, "As you said, as long as it's not a betrayal, our relationship won't come to an end! I believe you didn't betray me, but what are you going to do to reveal this conspiracy?"

"Tomorrow, the news will definitely report that we're divorced!" Marley said cautiously, then took a deep breath as if he was suppressing something. After a long time, he lowered his voice, and squeezed out a sentence hoarsely and harshly, "I want to fish her out. We can't simply let her wrap us around her little finger like this!"

Sylvie lapsed into silence, a mixed feeling swirling and rolling in the pit of her stomach. "In fact, if we don't care about it, how can she play us for fools?"

"In short, I can't allow myself to be deceived and I can't just sit back and do nothing. There are some things we can't prevent."

"Marley…" Sylvie was angry, yet amused. "Are you seeking justice for the deception you suffered, or are you trying to prove that Jemima isn't that bad?"

"No!" Why did Marley feel that the more he explained, the deeper he dug himself into a hole? "I didn't mean it; I didn't even think about it!"

"It doesn't really matter what it is!" Maybe some things really couldn't be taken seriously.

"Sylvie, don't you believe me?"

Sylvie didn't want to answer this question again and immediately diverted the conversation to another topic, "By the way, do you know the whereabouts of Bonnie"

Marley flinched faintly, remembering Tyler's previous investigation, which he had no time to care about for the past few days. "I'll call about it!"

"Well!" It was a pitch-black night outside the window, and the air was filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze.

Sylvie sat on the couch and waited for Marley to call Tyler.