Chapter 769 How Should He Choose


    "Because nothing will change even if I say it, you still have to sacrifice yourself for the Hughes family!


    Don’t you?" She burst into tears in his arms. "You''ll never give up the Hughes family for anyone else,


    you''ll only give up me for the Hughes family!"


    "I''m sorry, Jemima! I''m so sorry, I didn''t know you were pregnant!" Marley embraced her. Both of them


    hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to rub each other into their own flesh and blood, so that


    they would never be separated again in this life and the next!


    "Marley, you''re married now! I''m relieved to see you being with Sylvie, and you two look so loved up!"


    Jemima choked in his arms.


    Marley''s body stiffened, remembering Sylvie.


    "Marley! You''ll have a child again! But I won''t be the mother of this child!" Jemima smiled mournfully,


    her tear-stained face retreating from his arms with deep emotion; her hand gently caressed his


    handsome face, then she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips in defiance of the fact that they


    were both in the street.


    Marley''s body obviously stiffened as he didn''t expect Jemima to kiss him. When their lips came


    together, he was stunned!


    The figure of Sylvie shed across her mind, while Jemima felt his body stiffen and kissed him more


    tenderly. She still preferred to believe that Marley loved her the most, and she wanted him to feel her


    presence again, to love her kisses again!


    "Marley, what a bummer, but that''s life! I love you, but I had to leave you! See, you don''t even want my


    kiss anymore!"


    "Jemima, I''m sorry!" Marley pecked her on the lips, "I''ll talk to youter, allow me to think about it,


    okay?"


    His excitement was followed by a heavy heart. Jemima was his first love, the woman he had fallen in


    love with for years!


    Yet Sylvie was his wife!


    Sylvie gave him a lot and he even fell in love with Sylvie. Facing these two women, the two women he


    had loved in this life, how should he choose between them? He understood that he loved Jemima


    much more than he loved Sylvie, but Sylvie was his wife!


    Sylvie watched the scene from afar and sucked in a breath. She smiled poignantly, with flower-like


    tears condensed in her clear eyes, and an iparably poignant and moving flower blossomed on her


    lips. Then she turned around and walked toward the hotel.


    Without any action or emotion, she got into the elevator and went back to her room. After leaving the


    scene, Sylvie kept feeling weak on her feet and until she went upstairs, her tears began to overflow


    from her eyes.


    She wasn''t a crybaby and always thought she had a strong enough heart. But at this moment, she


    couldn''t hold back her vulnerability any longer. She cried for a long time before she gradually calmed


    down. Taking a deep breath, she quickly groomed herself, and then, smiled.


    Not knowing how much time had passed, Sylvie stood in front of therge floor-to-ceiling window, she


    really didn''t want to suspect anything. But at this moment, she still felt that the world was spinning, and


    everything in front of her was like a that caught her firmly and bound her tightly, and she was hardly


    able to move. Especially the scene in which Marley kissed Jemima, while she really didn''t want to think


    about it, it still kept popping up in her mind.


    When she received a call from Marley, she calmly told him the number of the room.


    When Marley entered the room, Sylvie was watching TV with her hands wrapped around her knees.


    She took the remote control and kept pressing and pressing, not staying long on each channel.


    The cacophony of voicesing from the TV made her thoughts even more confused.


    After entering, he looked at her with aplicated and guilty look and said, "Sylvie, I have something


    to do and I have to go outter! If you''re hungry, ask someone to bring you food first, okay?"


    Sylvie smiled gently, "Okay, I''m fine, I can totally take care of myself!"


    Seeing how calm she was acting, he continued, "Don''t you have anything to ask me?"


    Sylvie was slightly stunned, smiled, looked up at him and said in a deep voice, "What do you think I


    should ask?"


    She put the remote control on the coffee table.


    "What happened just now!"


    "I believe you!" She simply said three words.


    Marley''s expression froze, and the guilt under his eyes intensified.


    "Sylvie?" Marley''s heart was moved, sitting down and reaching out to wrap his arms around her.


    Sylvie was embraced by him, but a whiff of perfume from his chest filled her nostrils. The smell was so


    pungent that it irritated her taste buds, and she just felt a mist about to burst out of her eyes. She


    nudged him gently, pushing herself away from his embrace. "Don''t you have something to do? I''ll let


    you go!"


    "Sylvie!" Marley''s face turned solemn. "I have something to talk to Jemima!"


    "Well!" She responded calmly, turning her gaze back to the TV.


    Her calm expression made Marley''s heart flutter. He lifted his hand and tightened his grip on her arm,


    with a stronger pang of guilt at the bottom of his eyes. Yet he asked, "Do you really believe me?"


    "Are you not worthy of my trust?" She asked rhetorically, so subtly throwing the question back at him.


    Marley rose from his seat. "Okay then, I''ll be back in an hour!"


    "Alright!"


    Marley left.


    And Sylvie was the only one left in the room.


    He told her he would be back in an hour, but he didn''te back for even three hours.


    At the moment, Marley, in Jemima''s bedroom, was furrowing his brow with a mournful expression. He


    was holding an ultrasound photo showing a halo only as big as a peanut.


    "This is our child?"


    Jemima turned her face away, tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn''t answer his question, while her


    trembling body revealed her feelings, which were as mournful as his.


    "Jemima, why? Why did you have to abort him?"


    "Don''t you ask again!" Jemima gave the same answer. "There are so many things in life that are out of


    our hands! If we hadn''t met today, you wouldn''t have known about it, would you? So, at this point, you


    just pretend that nothing has happened!"


    But in the face of the ultrasound photo, he couldn''t help but think of his child. He didn''t even know the


    child, but she had actually aborted him in secret.


    "You should go back, Marley! You''ve been with me for three hours!" Jemima reminded him.


    Marley''s body stiffened and stood up. He walked towards the door. Yes, it had been three hours, he


    had to go back now. Sylvie was still waiting for him!


    "Marley!" Jemima suddenly flung herself into his arms and closed the door behind her. Then, she


    hugged him tightly and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek and lips.


    At this moment, when he was about to leave, all her reasoningpletely copsed, and deep down


    inside, there were only endless expectations for him, which was surging and unstoppable.


    But Marley was obviously a little terrified and caught off guard. "Jemima?"


    Tears welled up from Jemima''s eyes. "Marley, I''m still unwilling to let you go, what should I do?"


    He hugged her with trepidation and said, "I''m sorry, I''m sorry. Jemima, I''m sorry!"


    "It''s none of your business," She replied, sobbing.


    "Don''t cry, I don''t want to see you cry," He said gently, sipping away the tears from her face with his


    lips. "Jemima, I''m sorry, but I''m married! In the first ce, it was you who wanted to leave, so we can''t


    go back to the old days! I''m so sorry! I owe you for the child, I''m sorry!"


    Jemima''s body flinched and suddenly she buried her face in his chest and cried even more sorrowfully.


    After a while, she said sullenly, "I''m sorry, Marley, I shouldn''t be like this!"


    "I''m sorry!" He enclosed his arms to embrace her. "I''m sorry, that''s all I can say! I don''t want to


    disappoint Sylvie again!"


    Jemima finally looked up at Marley, her eyes full of grief. She smiled bitterly and said, "Go ahead!"


    Marley looked into her sorrowful eyes and let out a drawl of sigh. Jemima had apanied him for


    over five years, yet she couldn''t ept that he ced the Hughes family as his top priority, but after all,


    he had devoted lots of affection to her.


    However, his wife was Sylvie! He wanted a woman who would share the pain and suffering with him!


    Sylvie stayed with him in his most difficult time, and he simply couldn''t repay her kindness.


    "I''m sorry about the child, and now I can only apologize to you!" At these words, Marley hugged her


    tightly, turned around to open the door, and left.


    Sylvie had been waiting for him for three hours, but unfortunately, she failed to wait for him.


    She had been trying so hard to smile. Beneath that smiling face, she was hiding a restless heart.


    Finally, she stood up, took her handbag, and went downstairs.


    She hadn''t eaten yet and needed something to eat. But when she was downstairs, she didn''t have any


    appetite.


    The reason she married Marley was originally to repay her debt of gratitude, and she knew from the


    beginning how she would end up!


    Now, when she saw him encounter Jemima again, she suddenly remembered her original intention.


    It turned out that after going around in a circle, she was back to where the whole thing had begun. It


    was just that her heart couldn''t go back no matter what. However, she couldn''t go on being wrong. She


    had made too many mistakes, and now it was time for her to clear her mind and bring everything back


    to peace.


    After the crisis was fully resolved, she had to return everyone to their respective positions so that her


    initial decision wouldn''t be in vain.


    But once she thought of all the intimacy between Marley and Jemima in the past, Sylvie couldn''t


    suppress the jealousy in her heart.


    It turned out that she would also be mad with jealousy, so jealous that she could hardly restrain the


    passion in her heart.


    She had grown up as someone who wasn''t keen onpetition, but she was desperate to upy the


    most important position in Marley''s heart. Loving was painful, especially when she couldn''t restrain her


    growing possessiveness.


    So, before she was turned into a jealous woman, she hoped that she could keep her sanity, be a good


    sport, and zen about it. After all, she was the one who intruded into their lives, not Jemima! Although


    she was now Marley''s wife, she was a homewrecker!


    At first, she thought they could respect and love each other for the rest of their lives. However, they


    were indeed destined to miss each other!


    Forget it!


    New York''s high-rise buildings were enough to block the sunlight, and only a small patch of the sky


    could be seen overhead.


    Sylvie smiled, but in the midst of smiling, her tears rolled down at some point and fell on her handbag.


    It was round and did not melt or fall on the ground.


    When Marley returned to the room, he nced around and couldn''t find Sylvie, so he called out,


    "Sylvie?"


    But there wasn''t any reply in the room.


    The TV screen was turned off and the remote control was ced on the coffee table, lying there quietly.


    No one was in the room, and Marley checked the time, which was two and a half hourster than he


    had promised. Where had Sylvie gone?


    His dashing brows knitted slightly and he couldn''t help but call her.


    The phone rang, but no one answered.


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    When the phone rang, Sylvie heard it, but she didn''t answer it.


    When she saw Marley''s phone number, her heart trembled. In fact, she hadn''t figured out how to face


    him yet, and she just wanted to be alone.


    Eventually, she went back without eating anything.


    While walking into the lobby of the hotel, she bumped into a woman!


    This woman was stunning. Her long hair trailed over her shoulder, and she charmingly swept it


    sideways to reveal one side of her fair neck. Looking at her from this angle, her crystalline skin was


    truly an alluring sight. Such elegance, such temperament, was something she feared she would never


    have. And this woman was Jemima!


    Sylvie looked at her with a faint smile and greeted, "Miss Wace."