A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 757 Love and Hate

"How daring of you!" Ernie spoke frigidly, with a grim voice.

"Go ahead! Just ignore him!" The man who had attempted to flirt with Sylvie instigated them on.

A crowd of men swarmed up and attacked Ernie. Ernie kept protecting Sylvie in the presence of so many fighters, not letting those men come near her. As a result, he got a few punches successively.

Sylvie got in a panic and didn't know what to do "Let go of me, Ernie! Don't bother about me. Please beat them off first."

She worried that if he protected her, none of them would be able to escape in the end!

"Don't be scared, Sylvie!" Ernie was unconcerned and said in hushed tones, "My men will be here in no time!"

Sylvie felt assured after hearing what he said. However, when she looked up and saw Ernie's head which had blood pouring from the top of it, and she yelled in fear, "Oh no! You're bleeding!"

"It's Okay!" It was nothing more than being whacked by a stick. "Don't be scared!"

He protected her just like a hen protected a chick, he threw punches and kicks continuously.

A person who held a stick rushed over, Sylvie panicked and suddenly saw a pillow on the bed, she grabbed a pillow on the bed and swung it out violently, perhaps because the pillow was bouncy and had a wide area, and it blocked the stick.

Sylvie was happy, but then she found that it was Ernie who had kicked the guy!

"Boss!" At that point, a few more people rushed in, and the room became crowded, and the newcomers helped Ernie in subduing the people.

"Are you okay, boss?" Someone approached Ernie and inquired.

"Bring away these few men for me to interrogate them personally!" Ernie lowered his voice and said.

"Yes!" "Dare to hit me, you're playing with fire!" Ernie frowned as he kicked the guy who had been apprehended.

In a cold tone of the male voice, Ernie yelled once more, "Get the men out of here!"

The few men who flooded in got the men out. Then there was silence, and only Ernie and Sylvie were there. "Ernie, are you alright?" Sylvie asked with concern.

With a coquettish grin on his face, Ernie turned his head and said "Oh, Sylvie, I saved you! Are you going to repay by marrying me?"

"Ernie!" Sylvie worriedly muttered, "Stop it! Your head is bleeding! Quickly apply some ointment on it!"

When Ernie stared at her, he saw her cheongsam had been torn open! Since she was in rags, he grinned much more wickedly. "I'm afraid you would have been done if I had arrived a little later!"

Sylvie frowned and looked at him, stunned, before pointing at him and shouting, "Was that you? It was you, wasn’t it? "

"What do you mean by ‘it was you’?" Ernie stared at her, stunned by Sylvie who was pointing at him.

"Wasn't it just now that those people were your men?" Sylvie stared at him, surprised and dismayed. She wondered if Ernie was working with those people right now. He'd just done that on purpose!

And Ernie was similarly surprised and confused, his mouth partially opened, and he abruptly yanked her against the wall and gripped her chin one-handed. His angry eyes were full of rage, "Sylvie!" Sylvie was viciously pinned against the wall, his face showed that he was on the brink of losing control.

Because of the threat, his entire body exuded a fatal and mystical charm. She'd never seen him like this before, and her heart was pounding and her body was shaking at the moment.

Despite the bleeding on his head, he stared at her without saying anything but with a combination of affection and hatred. He put one hand down, and she couldn’t stop following his motion with her eyes, she saw that he reached out and pulled at her shirt!

"Ernie!" She exclaimed as she gasped with surprise.

As Sylvie looked at the angry Ernie in the unfamiliar room, her heart skipped a beat, an unexplainable sensation when the two had gotten unexpectedly close to each other. The sense of icy coldness and furious anger was so intense that with the smallest dip of his head, his lips could touch hers.

Sylvie's mind blanked out.

Ernie lowered his head.

His breath was a bit hot and he whiffed gently towards her lips. It was warm and came with the smell of alcohol. Her lips looked tender and bright red, she was slovenly dressed, and her bare skin tempted his desire.

He was getting closer and closer, his lips almost touched hers, and they could hear the erratic heartbeats of each other. He bowed his head and her eyes widened, just as she thought Ernie was going to kiss her again, but he stopped and turned to her ear!

"Sylvie, how dare you to doubt me like that! I thought you'd understand me, but you're skeptical!" His whisper was in a low voice and the warmth of his breath tickled the side of her ear "It'd be my loss if I don’t do anything. I was wronged by you for no reason"

"No." Sylvie sobbed! "Stop it, Ernie!"

And he'd already half unzipped his pants, and Sylvie’s face had turned all red! She heard him zipped down his trousers!

Ernie laughed and said, "But you didn't blame my dick wrongly; he did respond, particularly when he saw you dressed like this! He likes it so much! What do you think we can do about it?"

Sylvie quickly closed her eyes, refusing to look! Her heart was beating furiously.

She kept her breath as she looked at Ernie's face, her heart was pounding frantically, her cheeks fluttering peachy red, grabbing the lower hem of her top, and she was about to call him. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

But he had already grabbed her waist before she could say anything. He pinched and nipped it while evilly smiling "I brought you here on purpose, and I'm going to sleep with you tonight, that's how bad I am! So what?"

She could roughly feel his rage and aggression at the time, and his hold on her waist was so tight, as if he wanted to break it, that she twisted uncomfortably, and struggled to break free, gently crying out, "Ernie!"

"What are you yelling about?" "Ungrateful lady!" exclaimed Ernie, stopping her with a cold sigh and a sneer.

Dumbfounded, Sylvie looked at Ernie, his eyes were full of rage and malice, looked exactly like an evil demon.

Her bright eyes began to brim with tears, and she opened her mouth but couldn't utter anything. She looked vacantly at the Ernie in front of her meanwhile her long eyelashes were tinged with a thin film of tear.

Perhaps because he saw her eyes like this, Ernie frowned and took a deep breath; a few moments later, Ernie reverted to his playful appearance, "Sylvie, look at this, I am not worse than Marley Hughes!"

"Ernie, I believe you, don't be like that!" In a panic, Sylvie thought back, maybe it wasn't him, if it was him, he would have admitted it, he's not that despicable! He just had his reasons! She didn't know why she just didn't want to believe that Ernie was such a despicable person!

Instead, he lifted her torn cheongsam and leant closer to her.

"Ernie!" Sylvie stared at him. "I'm sure it wasn't you! It's not your fault! I trust you!"

He, too, stared at her, the two of them refusing to give in to each other. "Do you believe that now? What do you believe in? I'm telling you, I'm working with the gang! That's it!"

He did not do anything but lean on her, but Sylvie could feel his arousal. "No! Stop it, Ernie; I was mistaken! I should not have suspected you! Please don’t do that! I know you're not like that; it's my fault to speak rashly like that just now."

She was terrified! She was extremely terrified!

"Are you pleading with me, Sylvie?" His tone was gruffy and sexy and looked at her with his compelling eyes.

"I pleaded with you!" Sylvie murmured, her face flushed, his man's breath right next to her nose, odd and forceful! She was terrified, she afraid that he would do it!

"I was kind-hearted enough to save you, and you somehow doubted me! Now you realize you were mistaken. But what if I refuse to let go?" He looked down and crookedly grinned. He then got near to her ear and hold her most sensitive right earlobe in his mouth, his tongue tickling it alluringly.

"Ernie! Stop it!" Sylvie tilted her head. "You need to stop the bleeding on your head!"

She smelt a heavy odour of blood.

"It won’t kill me if I just bleed a little." He laughed softly, but he stopped tantalizing her.

His phone rang at the precise moment.

Ernie squinted slightly and called her name, "Sylvie."

She widened her eyes.

"I'm going to let you go tonight; there's no woman I can't have when I want her! I'll wait until the day when you're ready!" Ernie finished and let go of her, his grin was broad, but then he squared up the next second. "But it seems that my cousin misunderstood! He thought I'd kidnapped you! He had just called me, but I hadn't replied to his message purposely as I decided to worry him! How? What would you do if he misunderstood you?"

"Why did you want to do that?" Sylvie felt that he was just so childish, simply childish. "Do you have to tantalize me all the time?"

"Let's go! I'll get you home!" He said this, then looked at her clothes and sighed. "You can’t go out just like this with these clothes; it would be better to get somebody to send you a new one!"

Sylvie glanced down at herself; indeed, there was no way she could go out like this, with her sides uncovered. Even if she was fine, if she walked out like this, people would think she wasn't.

Ernie had already taken out his phone, declined Marley’s call, and dialed a number and said "Send a set of ladies' dresses over, 5’4’’, a standard size number will do!"

He hung up the phone after he finished saying!

Sylvie saw that Ernie’s head was still bleeding, and blood was pouring down demonically.

"It's better to stop the bleeding on your head first!" With that, he reached out and tore the inner lining of her cheongsam, wiping the blood from his brow with the cloth.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

She looked up and saw the smile on his face, his handsome face that reminded her of Marley was now full of gentleness. She was startled and looking down in fear to avoid her gaze to be entangled with his.

He approached her with a light smile and a mysterious, menacing aura came from his frame. He bent forward slowly and reached out to lift her cheek in his fingers, forcing her to turn around to face him. He was so close to her, his thin lips leant against hers, his cold breath rubbing against her lips in a deliberate, seemingly awkward way.

"Are you worrying about me?" Ernie asked with a smile.

"Of course!" She didn't deny it. "There's a lot of blood!"

"Sylvie, did you know that men are most afraid of gentleness, and it is so tempting?"

"Do you prefer to bleed to death then? Stop the bleeding first!"

"I will when the clothes arrive!" He said it once more. He was still leaning so close to her.

"Stay away from me!" Sylvie sobbed.