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.

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

I’m going to the laundry room to wash your clothes!” She

fell to the left side of the bathroom. With her round eyes, she threw

She didn’t know how to explain the feeling, and the clothes in her arms fell amidst his attack. Vincent licked and

come back to her senses after a while, and it allowed him to

arms wrapped around

to push him back a little, but as soon as her hand touched his chest which was burning, she

meant by being 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

hear the truth, then my answer for you is to look for someone else.

and his expression

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

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

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

to remove his belt, then all of the remaining pieces of clothes he had on

in shock and roared in a

a dense, black forest, and in shock, her mouth shaped into

Leila’s pretty face was blushing red, and her round, bright eyes

had honey, golden complexion, a close-to-perfect body proportion, and a little

you are seeing?” Vincent smirked, reaching out his hand to hold Leila’s chin tightly. The friction from his

in a breath. Her wide, teary eyes stared at him angrily in

was furious, she was also flustered from being unable to break

her face. His dark, burning eyes never left her face for a moment since the beginning, and then without warning, he lowered his

who was initially only pressing his lips to hers, started to put in more force and took advantage of this opening to attack her mouth with

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

turned deep and gloomy instantly before

ordered in a

pupils again. He said faintly, “I hate pretentious women. Since you looked at me daringly, you need

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 behind

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

red as a tomato. She

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

of it, her face started burning

had imagined washing her husband’s clothes before, but she had never thought 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 clothes

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

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 only did she wrung it dry, ironed it before leaving it to