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.

chest, layered with a sheen of seductiveness under the warm, yellow lights of the

laundry room to wash your clothes!” She gave him an excuse in hopes that he would let

of the bathroom. With her round eyes, she threw him a glare. His

against the wall, her mind was blank, but her lips were warm. She didn’t know how to explain the feeling, and the clothes in her arms fell amidst his attack. Vincent licked and sucked on her lips, then suddenly looked into her eyes, “Are you

back to her senses after a while, and it allowed him to kiss her again. Finally, she realized what was happening and quickly turned her head to

had his arms wrapped

her hand, wanting to push him back a little, but as soon as her hand touched his chest

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

in silence. His dark and bright eyes reflected her small face in

for you is to

was mad, and his expression

floor before escaping the scene. Due to her hurried footsteps, she slipped again and

release a chuckle before he approached her and helped her stand. There was a hint of a smile

was embarrassing to death, and her whole face was flushing red, “I’m going to wash your

my pants too!” He spoke, and without hesitation, started to remove his belt, then all of the remaining pieces of clothes he

in shock and roared in a

in shock, her mouth shaped into an ‘O’. While she was screaming, she turned around and

was blushing red, and her round, bright eyes were

to look at a man like this. He had honey, golden

his hand to hold Leila’s chin tightly. The friction from his rough fingertips on her

help but suck in a breath. Her wide, teary eyes stared at him angrily in embarrassment

was also flustered from being unable to break free of his restraint

down and closer to Leila’s reddened face, his warm breath fanning her face. His dark, burning eyes never left her face for a moment since the beginning, and then without

her mouth with his tongue. With the clothes in her hands, Leila tried to use them as a barrier between their bodies and subconsciously closed

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

turned deep and gloomy instantly before he slowly revealed a

He ordered

and met his burning, blazing black pupils again. He said faintly, “I hate pretentious women. Since you looked at me daringly, you need to take responsibility

it!” Leila’s face was burning hot at this point, and right at the moment he released her, she dashed outside as if a ghost was chasing

from within, he licked his lower lip as if to reminisce the gentle

in a breath, and her face was now as red as a tomato. She took a deep breath after escaping from a risky

head and placed the suit in a special dry-cleaning machine,

sight of it, her face started burning again, which even extended to

that the man would be Vincent White. It felt like she was truly his wife, and

buzzing sound of the dry-cleaning machine came, and it concealed a

with even more seriousness than when she was washing her own. After draining it with clean water about 20 times, then only