A Moment in Destiny
Chapter 700 I'll Work Hard

Sylvie went out of the office and went to the bathroom alone. Standing in front of the mirror, she turned on the tap and washed her face to make herself sober. She looked up at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and her face was pale and swollen. She took a deep breath, held back tears and said in a low voice, "Sylvie, you can prove yourself! Come on!"

Then, she looked at herself in the mirror and put on a beautiful smile. She blinked her beautiful eyes. She must trust herself, so that others can have confidence in her.

When she went back to her desk, she did the analysis in good spirits.

Aila, Secretary Hill and Daria all turned their gaze at Sylvie. When they saw Sylvie smiling, they were a little surprised and didn't say anything.

Sylvie didn't finish the report until everyone got off work. She spent more time than Secretary Hill did, but she had finished it anyway. She printed out and knocked the office door. It had been more than an hour since they got off work.

Only Marley and she were left in the floor. Marley stayed in his office, busy with his business.

"Come in!" A deep voice came from inside.

Sylvie pushed the door, went in and saw Marley working on a laptop. He was typing fast. His long eyelashes were black and dense. When they drooped, they looked more beautiful. "Mr Hughes!" She shouted and felt a little embarrassed.

Marley looked up at her, and said softly, "Have you finished it?"

"Yes." Sylvie walked over and handed him the report.

Marley frowned, reached out to take it. He held the report with his long fingers and read it. "Sit down!"

Sylvie didn't dare to sit.

He looked up and signaled her to sit in the chair. Sylvie could only sit down.

Marley read it carefully and spent about ten minutes.

Sylvie was waiting and peered at him many times. She found that he frowned from time to time but looked very serious. It was true that a man who worked hard was the most charming After reading it, Marley put the report on his desk and looked up at her. "What do you think of your analysis?"

Sylvie was shocked and didn't expect that he would ask so bluntly. "It's hard to say!"

"You are not confident?"

"No!" She lowered her head.

"Keep your head up!" He shouted.

Sylvie could only look up at his handsome face. A hint of fear flashed through her eyes. She hesitated for a moment and answered firmly, "I think I have done it well!" He looked at her. "Sure, but you spent too much time!"

"Yes!" She knew it. She was surprised that he didn't give her a hard time and even appreciated her. She was astonished and felt her hard work was worthwhile. "Let's go!" He stood up suddenly.

"You said that you would punish me." She didn't forget that he wanted to give her other documents.

He took the suit and straightened up. Sylvie stood up. He just walked towards her. She stepped back. There was fear in her eyes. He got closer. She was so scared that her pupils slightly contracted. He stood in front of her.

Sylvie lowered her head subconsciously and her heart beat fast.

"Go home and work overtime!" He spoke.

She was stunned and looked up to his dark eyes. He bent and got close to her. She was scared and stepped back. Their gaze met. He put on a mischievous look. "If you don't want to work overtime, I can punish you in another way!"

She was a little puzzled, but blushed. "What?"

"Sleep with me tonight!" He said in a hoarse voice.

"I would rather work overtime!" She spoke.

"My good girl!" Marley gently smiled. "Well done, Sylvie!"

Sylvie looked at him shyly. He curled his lips and said faintly, "You need to work harder to improve your efficient! Do you get it?"

"Yes!" Sylvie was stunned, then nodded, and put on a bright smile. "I'll work hard!"

Seeing her bright smile, Marley was at a loss. A charming smile touched his lips. "Let's go home!"

She followed him downstairs.

Only the were left in the office. When they got out, they found that it was dark outside.

On the way back, Marley received a phone call, "Hello?"

Sylvie sat quietly beside him. He suddenly slammed on the brake. The harsh sound of brake sounded. He stopped the car at the roadside.

Sylvie looked at Marley in astonishment. She was stunned in the seat and looked at Marley's pale face. Marley asked with difficulty, "Is this you?"

The other party hung up the phone. Marley sat in the car as if he had lost his mind. He held the phone tightly. He lost vigor as if he suffered heavy losses.

"Are you alright?" Sylvie asked with concern. She didn't know who called Marley or what happened.

Marley's face was pale like a ghost. There was anger in his face. He suddenly turned his gaze at Sylvie with hatred.

Sylvie was surprised and had no idea what had happened. She admitted that she was a little afraid of him when he looked at her so close. She was wondering if he wanted to strangle her. "What's up" Sylvie asked softly, "You look so bad. Did I offend you?"

Marley was stunned and his eyes glistened. He looked at Sylvie for a long time.

Sylvie waited for a long time. He replied coldly, "Nothing."

Marley's voice was hoarse and weak, which made her heart skip a beat. She guessed that the change in him had something to do with the phone call. She was surprised about his reaction. Who called him? The car was parked there. Marley's hand trembled slightly. He took out a cigarette, lit it and started smoking. He spat out a puff of smoke and his dark eyes were hidden in the smoke. He looked so sad that Sylvie couldn't help but feel sympathetic with him.

He leaned his head on the seat. Marley was silent for a moment and finished smoking. Then he looked down at his mobile phone. He stored that number, started the car and drove to the villa. Sylvie was relieved, pursed her lips and looked out of the window.

That must be a woman or his girlfriend with whom he had lived together for years! Otherwise, his expression wouldn't have changed suddenly.

When they returned to the villa, Sylvie found that the servant was not there. Only they were left in the villa. Marley went into the study as soon as he returned home and never came out again.

After taking a bath, Sylvie put on the pajamas. Then she went to the kitchen and looked for food. She was a little hungry. It was eight o'clock in the evening. They hadn't had lunch.

She found the ingredients in the fridge, cooked some rice, two dishes and soup. She placed them on the table and turned her gaze toward the study on the second floor. She hesitated for a few seconds, and went upstairs.

It was very quiet. Sylvie went to the study door, took a deep breath and knocked at the door.

"What's the matter?" He asked impatiently.

Sylvie said, "Mr Hughes, do you want to have dinner?"

"No!"

"Got it!" Sylvie did not insist, and turned around.

When she was about to have dinner, the study door on the second floor was opened. Sylvie heard the noise and looked up. She saw Marley went downstairs. He had changed his clothes. When he only saw one bowl on the table, he squinted.

"Would you like some dishes?" Sylvie asked softly.

He didn't say anything.

"Let me take your chopsticks!" With that said, she immediately got up and filled a bowl with rice. Then she came back with a bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

He sat in front of the table, looked at the dishes on the table and glanced at her. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You cooked the dishes?"

"Yes!" Sylvie nodded and said in a cold voice, "It may not suit your taste."

Marley did not speak and listened to Sylvie's cold voice. She was so cold because he was very indifferent just now.

He took chopsticks, took the dishes and put them into his mouth. He was surprised.

Sylvie felt someone was looking at her. She looked up slightly and found that Marley had lowered his head to have a meal quietly.

He had dinner in a very elegant manner and seemed to enjoy her home-cooked dishes very much.

She lifted her chin and her gaze met Marley's.

His eyes were as dark as ink. She couldn't figure out what he was thinking about. He held the upper part of the chopsticks with his fingers very leisurely. Someone told her that a man was mean if he held the middle part of chopstick when having a meal. Obviously, Marley was not that type.

He couldn't be mean. Five years ago, he gave her a large sum of money when they didn't know each other. Thinking about that, Sylvie curled her lips and lowered her head.

"It tastes good!" He said suddenly.

"Well!" Sylvie hurriedly looked up, but he had lowered his head.