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.

sturdy, bronze-skinned chest, layered with a sheen of

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

the bathroom. With her round eyes, she threw

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

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

had his arms wrapped

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

understood what he meant by being ready. She was ready, but right now, she didn’t really know what to do

at her in silence. His dark and bright eyes reflected her

is to look for someone else. I’ll be grateful as long as you

was mad, and his expression

clothes from the floor before escaping the

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

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

too!” He spoke, and without hesitation, started to remove his belt, then all of the remaining pieces of clothes he had on in front of

shock and roared in a low

mouth shaped into an ‘O’. While she was screaming, she turned around and wanted to run

eyes were flickering.

bare body, and it was also her first time to look at a man like this. He had honey, golden complexion, a close-to-perfect body proportion, and a little Vincent that could not be ignored. Right now, it

satisfied with what you are seeing?” Vincent smirked, reaching out his hand to hold Leila’s

wide, teary eyes stared at him angrily in

was furious, she was also flustered from being unable to

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

took advantage of this opening to attack 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 eyes to her cover up her

it was muffled and her body

before he slowly revealed a satisfied, sly

ordered in a low

his burning, blazing black pupils again. He said faintly, “I hate pretentious women. Since you

this point, and right at the moment he released her, she dashed outside as

brows, whereas his eyes were gloomy. With the madness that came from within, he licked his lower lip as if to reminisce the

hand, Leila ran downstairs in a breath, and her face was now as red as a tomato. She took

in a special dry-cleaning machine, then started to handwash his

it, her face started burning again, which even

thought that the man would be Vincent White. It felt like she was truly

the dry-cleaning machine came, and

tiny hands carefully washed his boxer, and she did it with even more seriousness than when she was washing her own. After draining it with clean water about 20 times, then