A Moment in Destiny

Leila felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and now that he looked enigmatic, she could only hope for the best, “Vincent, I’ll get you some tea!”

After she spoke, she hurried into the kitchen without waiting for his reply. She made a cup of tea, placed it on a beautiful tray, came back and put it on the table, “Vincent, please have some tea!”

Vincent glanced at the teacup on the table with a clear, cold gaze. Suddenly, he looked up sharply, and his stare made Leila slightly afraid of what would happen next.

Did it mean that it was only Vincent and her who would be in this huge White Residence tonight?

“I, I’ll go and prepare the bathwater for you.” Then, she ran upstairs, leaving again. The bedsheet in the master room had already been changed, but upon thinking that another woman had slept on this bed, Leila could not help but get goosebumps all over her body.

After Leila cleaned and filled the bathtub with water, she turned around and saw a slender figure standing by the bathroom door.

“Ah—” It startled her. Did Vincent not make any sound when he walked?

Leila’s hands trembled a little. She looked up and instantly looked down again, “Vincent, the bathwater will be ready soon!”

However, Vincent just looked at her. His dark eyes were just staring at her.

Leila could not help but murmur, “Are you not going to shower?”

Vincent just stared at her in silence.

She moved back into the corner, raised her hand to her forehead and said with difficulty, “You just came back from a business trip. You will feel better after taking a bath!”

Without a word, he began to remove his tie, took off his blazer and threw it directly to her. Leila could only catch the blazer, followed by the tie and dress shirt thrown to her.

She walked towards the door, wanting to leave the space for him.

“Vin—” He blocked her path.

Leila wanted to say something, but upon seeing his dark expression, she could only shut up.

When he was silent, she realized that he had an intriguing aura capable of arousing fear in others.

However, she was even more afraid of him when he smiled because she felt that it was far more tarrying than when he had a dark expression on his face.

She had a pair of slippers on and was standing before Vincent, who was also wearing home slippers. Even with that, her height only reached somewhere slightly under his chin, and it made her feel a strange sense of oppression.

With his clothes in her arms, she wanted to leave the bathroom, but he stood at the door and blocked her way.

subconsciously to his sturdy, bronze-skinned chest, layered with a sheen of

clothes!” She gave him an excuse

was pulled back by him. It caused Leila to lose her balance and fell to the left side of the bathroom. With her round eyes, she threw him a glare. His action frightened

feeling, and the clothes in her arms fell amidst his attack. Vincent licked and sucked on her lips, then suddenly looked into her

it allowed him to kiss her again. Finally, she

arms wrapped around her,

as her hand touched his chest which was burning, she retracted her hand instinctively

ready. She was ready, but right now, she didn’t really know what to do in such a situation. She didn’t know

and bright eyes reflected her small

“Sorry, Vincent. If you want to hear the truth, then my answer for you is to look for someone else. I’ll be grateful as long as you leave a

mad, and his expression turned

turned and picked up the clothes from the floor before escaping the scene.

but release a chuckle before he approached her and helped her stand. There was a hint of a smile on his face, unlike the usual gloom he had on his face,

and her whole face was

wait and wash my pants too!” He spoke, and without hesitation, started to remove his belt, then all of the

and roared in a low voice, “How can you

in shock, her mouth shaped into an ‘O’. While

red, and her round, bright eyes were flickering. Her instinct

this. He had honey, golden complexion, a close-to-perfect body proportion, and a little Vincent

are you satisfied with what you are seeing?” Vincent smirked, reaching out his hand to hold Leila’s chin tightly. The friction from his rough fingertips on her skin caused

suck in a breath. Her wide, teary eyes stared at him angrily in embarrassment while her

flustered from being

down and closer to Leila’s reddened face, his warm breath fanning her face. His dark, burning eyes never left her

opening to attack her mouth with his tongue. With the clothes in her hands, Leila tried to use

and her body tightened because of the pain. There were even tears hanging by her

turned deep and gloomy instantly before he

He ordered

met his burning, blazing black pupils again. He said

Leila’s face was burning hot at this point, and right at the moment he released her, she dashed outside as if

from within, he licked his lower lip as if to reminisce the gentle taste from earlier. Then, he turned and stepped into the bathtub, but

breath, and her face was now as red as a tomato. She

placed the suit in a special dry-cleaning machine, then started to handwash his dress shirt

boxer was black, and at the sight of it, her face started burning again,

that the man would be Vincent White. It felt like she was truly his wife, and it was a habit of hers to wash her husband’s

of the dry-cleaning machine came, and it concealed a particular emotion within

than when she was washing her own. After draining it with clean water about 20 times, then only did she wrung it dry, ironed it before