Chapter 74
It was midnight when they finished making love.
It had been a long time.
After the passion faded, Rose and Marc gradually came to themselves. They embraced each other, but felt a little strange.
This may happen to all one-night stands.
They didn't know each other, and just had an affair by feeling and impulse.
"Would you like a cup of water?" Marc asked.
"OK."
He got out of bed, putting on a bathrobe.
Rose felt a little uncomfortable when Marc left her arms.
She was not sure whether she loved him or not, since she never had such feeling before.
Sitting up, she leaned against the bed to see his back.
He was very tall. Taking a glass, he bent down to pour water. His manner was so graceful.
He was now a different person than he was in bed.
She took the water, and drank it all quickly.
He asked, "Are you thirsty?"
She gave back the empty cup to him, thinking about the meaning of it. Then, she said in a bantering tone, "So are you."
Slightly stunned, he lowered his eyes with a smile. "I didn't mean that."
"Whatever." She slowly picked up the clothes on the ground. "I don't care."
She put the clothes on one by one, and when she was buttoning her bra, she asked, "Can you help me?"
Before he could speak, Rose explained why she needed his help.
"You numbed my hands in the bed just now."
He paused slightly without saying anything. Then, he walked directly to the bed and sat down beside her.
Slowly moving his hands to the shoulder straps, he held both ends and buckled them together.
His fingers touched her skin, intentionally or unconsciously, and sparked an ambiguous emotion between them.
It was inexplicably quiet, and a fierce hormonal undercurrent was at work here.
Marc let go and said, "It's done."
She looked back at him with a smile. "Do you often help other women like this?"
He didn't answer the question, but said, "Beautiful."
"What are you referring to?" She turned to look at him and lifted her chest slightly. She then asked, "My breasts or my bra?"
With the same smile, Marc didn't say anything.
Of course, she would not keep asking him like an innocent girl. She began to wear her dress. Marc looked at her and asked, "Why not get more sleep?"
"Aren't you afraid I'll always sleep here?"
He didn't know what to say.
Zipping up her dress,  she stood up.
He also stood up.
It seemed that they were going to end a short but passionate story. As they were about to part, Rose felt a desire to know his name, which she had never had before.
She looked at him and asked abruptly, "Can we get to know each other?"
Being silent for a while, he walked up to her and kissed her gently on the corner of her forehead. He said in a soft, deep voice, "Take care."
Rose understood.
It was just a game, so both of them didn't want to take it seriously.
This kind of story only had the beginning rather than the future.
At last she said goodbye chicly with a smile.
Back in the room, Rose took a bath and relaxed for a while.
She wanted to sleep again after taking a bath, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
Taking out her mobile phone, she found that Zoey had sent her messages at 11 p.m. yesterday.
[How are you? Are you serious?]
[Why don't you answer my message? Are you busy?]
[Damn it! Did you sleep with him? Are you crazy? You just met him for the first time!]
Zoey thought that Rose would not easily have an affair with a man, though she always took nothing seriously.
Rose calmly opened a bottle of wine, and poured it into a glass. Then she walked to the balcony and sat down.
Drinking the wine, she looked at the sea level not far away.
Even before sunrise, there were still small pieces of light scattered on it in the dark.
The sea was rippling, as affectionately as Marc looked at her.
Indeed.
She was also thinking whether she was crazy.
She just had the idea that maybe they shouldn't end the game.
However, he was rational.
And his refusal also helped Rose regain her senses.
Rose gulped down the red wine in the glass. Feeling the astringency of the wine, she wanted to swallow those strange thoughts in her heart.
She replied to Zoey.
[Just for fun. It's over.]
She knew he lived downstairs.
But he was destined to be the one she would never meet again.
She and her family would stay in Miami for three days, so she would check out after three days.
At ten o'clock the next morning, she changed her new clothes and sat on the sofa in the hotel lobby waiting for her parents and Grandma Mary to come down. At that time, she inadvertently saw Marc again.
He was walking with several white men. Despite walking in the middle, he was able to make people look at him and recognize him immediately.
With his suitcase in his hand, it was obviously that he was about to leave.
Rose kept tracking his figure until he left.
Then his figure disappeared in the hotel lobby.
She couldn't help but laugh at herself.
She didn't know what she was expecting just now.
Did she look forward to his glance?
She shook her head in self-mockery.
What's wrong? He was just a passer-by. Why should she be addicted?
Grandma Mary and Rose's parents soon came down. They had a good mood and wished a nice day, as they did yesterday.
"Rose, where are we going today?"
Rose came back to her senses, and then casually put on the sunglasses and said with a smile, "Let's go to the city center."
Yes, everyone was here today.
Yesterday was a past tense.
From this moment on, that night with him was deleted from her memory.
Two months later...
One day, Marc received a call from Victor in the company.
"Your sister seems to be doing improper and dangerous things on an impulse."
Over the years, Victor had been employed by Marc to help take care of his father and sister overseas.
Marc frowned. "What's that?"
Victor truthfully answered what he had found. "Rose is close to a powerful man in the entertainment circle. I guess she may want to revenge James Hilton."
Immediately sitting up, Marc quickly extracted the information from Victor's words, but he was still a little confused. "Why is it dangerous?"
"Because she pretended to lose her memory,
She called that man as her own brother. " Pausing for a while, Victor answered softly, "She regarded him as you deliberately."
Marc was speechless.
It only took him two days to decide to return home.
While packing, he picked up the button from the drawer again.
To be exact, it was not a button, but a decorative bead on the dress.
It was fallen from Rose's dress.
When Marc left the hotel, he saw that. Originally, he had wanted to throw it away, but somehow, he finally put it in his pocket.
He took it back to New York.
And he kept it until now.
On many sleepless nights, Marc would take out this  bead and her image would appear in his mind.
He thought about the way she sat at the bar smiling at him.
She looked cozy with her back against the balcony in a white shirt.
And her face was flushed with sweat at that night.
He thought they were just having a one night stand, but when he returned to New York, the pictures related to her couldn't be dispersed from his mind.
She seemed to live in his heart together with the bead.
He began to admit that he was thinking of her and even longed to meet her again.
Later, he had gone to the beach again. As expected, she hadn't been there.
After countless nights, he tossed and turned. His body would react when he thought of her, but he could no longer touch her in reality.
She was like a colorful foam. Once it was broken, it would be hard to find.
Originally, Marc had planned to put it down slowly, because time could always erase everything, but he didn't expect that after returning home, Yolanda's words woke him up.
She asked him, "Brother, have you done anything you regret?"
At that time, the first thing that flashed through his mind was the thing about her.
If the time went back to the night two months ago, when she wanted to know him, he would say yes without hesitation.
Instead of refusing her...
But things had happened.
Time couldn't go back to give him another chance.
At this time, Marc was leaving Aaron's home with Yolanda. The two were sitting in the airport, thinking about different people in the face of the same question.
Finally, Yolanda chose to be brave.
She wanted to go forward and stay with the person she loved.
Even if the road ahead was full of thorns and might be no good result in the end, 
she still chose to go forward without hesitation.
At that moment, Marc inexplicably received some kind of infection from her.
He began to think that maybe he could try it again.
He could give himself a second chance.
But it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Although the hope was slim, he still looked for it in the bars of first tier cities such as Capital, Darlington and so forth, for more than a month after returning home, hoping to see that woman again.
He only learned from their conversation that she was traveling in the United States at that time. Apart from this, he knew nothing else.
Such a search was extremely difficult and almost impossible.
He understood that he just wanted to try his best to win the slightest hope.
Until later, when Yolanda, who had no hesitation at the beginning, also returned to Darlington disappointedly, he gradually understood that life would never give them a second chance to choose.
Gradually giving up, he booked a flight back to New York.
However, just two weeks before going back, something happened to Yolanda and Aaron.
Aaron came to Darlington to find Yolanda.
Since Yolanda and Aaron hadn't confirmed their relationship yet, Marc felt quite worried if she stayed with Aaron alone. Therefore, when they met at the bar that night, Marc strongly persuaded Yolanda that he would come to pick her up at the door of the bar at 10 o'clock on time.
But he didn't expect that when Yolanda came out, she took a woman's hand and introduced her,
"Brother, this is Rose Jensen, the eldest daughter of the Jensen."
The night in Darlington was very lively, surrounded by people, and the bars were feasting and revelry.
It's very much like the night they first met.
Suddenly, Marc saw the woman who he had been thinking of in his mind.
He met her again without any preparation.
They met in such a coincidence.
She was the sister of the man her sister loved.
However, she had a one-night stand with him.
In a few seconds, although he felt very excited and surprised, he still looked calm. He reached out his hand to her. "Hello, Miss Jensen."
Rose was also slightly stunned, but like him, she calmly responded to his greetings.
Both of them hid well.
It seemed that they have never met each other before.
It was also impossible for them to have such a ridiculous one-night stand.
At that time, Aaron and Yolanda were still suffering from their ambiguous relationship. Aaron insisted that she go to the hotel to write the contract. Marc just took this opportunity to take advantage of the situation and enter their world.
To be exact, it was to enter her world.
Rose.
On the way to the hotel, Marc asked Yolanda, "When did he have a sister?"
She replied, "Rose spent the past two months with her grandmother on vacation in the United States. She returned home not long ago. This time she came to Darlington to have fun."
Have fun?
With whom?
Another man?
But he and Rose were also having fun before.
Thinking of this, Marc felt very uncomfortable. He kept silent, but Yolanda talked a lot about Rose.
"Don you think Rose is too playful to be competent? Actually, she is the vice chairman of Azel Group and is in charge of the whole legal department. By the way, she is also a top student in the law department of Columbia University. She is very outstanding."
Through Yolanda's words, Marc learned more about Rose.
Finally, he understood why he missed her so much.
It turned out that her charm was not only originated from her beauty.
It was because she was not an ordinary woman.
Aaron's car was in front. Marc followed behind, vaguely seeing the back of the woman in the car in front.
He couldn't find her in the past. When he wanted to give up, he didn't expect that she would appear again.
Was this another chance given to him by God?
After being silent for a while, Marc pretended to ask Yolanda casually, "She's so excellent. Is she married?"
Yolanda knew nothing about the romantic affairs between her brother and Rose, so she told him without reservation,
"No. She has no boyfriend. She just told me in the bar that her grandma urged her to find."
Marc didn't say anything.
But he was smiling.
Back to the hotel, in the parking lot, two cars stopped side by side.
Aaron and Rose got off from the car, followed by Yolanda and Marc.
The four of them walked together. They were not calm at all, since they were all thinking about their own things.
For a moment, Marc's eyes met Rose's, but she quickly looked away, as if she didn't want to have any contact with him.
Coming out of the elevator, Aaron said calmly to Marc, "I just want to talk about the contract with Yolanda alone."
"Okay." Marc didn't want to follow them. He looked at his watch, saying, "I'll pick up Yolanda before twelve."
Without answering, Aaron closed the door.
Looking at the closed door, Marc slowly turned his eyes to the next door.
The woman there was the reason why he came.
He walked there, raising his hands to knock at the door.
She didn't refuse to see him. In fact, the reunion of this relationship surprised her. Her brother was with his sister.
And she and he had a one-night stand abroad.
Unexpectedly, they would meet again in a few months in this way.
The TV series were not so dramatic.
When she met him, she thought she had recognized the wrong person.
But the eyes behind those lenses instantly reminded her of the fiery night.
She knew it was him who was knocking on the door. Calmly opening the door, she glanced at him and let him in.
Marc tacitly walked in, and the door closed again.
There was a moment of silence in the room, since neither of them knew what to say at the beginning.
For a long time, Marc took the initiative to ask, "Just came back?"
Rose replied, "Yes."
Then there was a long silence.
They really didn't know where to start. Even greetings seemed to be superfluous and embarrassing.
It seems that only the impulsive night could be mentioned.
Eager to get out of this embarrassing atmosphere, Rose simply stated her position directly, "Mr. Walter, I hope that you won't tell my brother what happened between us."
Stunned for a moment, he replied, "Okay."
"And your sister. Don't let her know."
"Okay."
Thinking for a moment, he finally said, "Maybe we should pretend to be strangers."
But this time, Marc didn't promise her directly.
It took him several seconds to respond. His voice sounded very calm, but it was sonorous, "No."
She was speechless.
Looking up, Rose felt a little confused. "What are you referring to?"
He stared at her. He hadn't seen her for two months, but her face was not strange to him at all.
It seemed that that night was enough for him to remember her for a lifetime and he would never forget her.
"I repented." Marc said.
Slightly stunned, Rose felt her heart beat a little faster, but she tried to keep calm. "Repent of what?"
"I want to get acquainted with you and know you."
She didn't know how to answer.
In a trance for a few seconds, she felt that what she heard was not real, since it sounded so far away and strange.
"Sorry." With a smile, she shook her head, looking out of the window. "That day has been deleted from my memory. Nothing happened between you and me."
What she had said made the distance between them instantly longer after meeting again, even farther than before.
Marc asked her, "Nothing happened?"
"Yes, nothing."
Her words made the temperature in the room suddenly turn cold.
The air solidified a little bit, turning the stalemate to stagnation as if the thin air made them breath hard.
She was still looking out of the window. Taking a deep breath, she was about to continue to say that they should no longer contact each other, but his hands touched her face.
He turned her head around, making her face him.
There was no time for her to react. His burning breath had rushed over, blocking all her words.
She couldn't speak at all.
With her eyes widened, she didn't expect him to be so unscrupulous. She pushed him and pulled his clothes, trying to separate each other.
But all this was in vain.
Just for a moment, her resistance and entanglement quietly turned into unconscious catering.
She loved Miami not only because it was warm and free, but also it always gave people unexpected surprises.
It was like the night two months ago.
She was not sure whether meeting him tonight was correct, but consciousness had involuntarily given her the answer. 
After a long time, he released her, speaking in a hoarse voice, "So, you still want to say there's nothing happened?"
She breathed calmly, trying to find reason.
She didn't know what he meant by such a move.
Did he want to review their night with her at the same hotel, on same night in this city?
She admitted that she couldn't refuse him.
Therefore she made concessions. "Why don't you tell me what you want?"
Marc looked at her, saying a word softly after a long time,
"You."