A Moment in Destiny

Vincent, however, just enjoyed Leila's tight body. The corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful and wicked smile, "If you ever provoke me like that again, I will only make you hurt more in the future."

It hurt, but she didn't feel numb at all. The excruciating pain tormented her over and over again. Her screams turned to cries of pain. This lovemaking without a hint of pleasure was her nightmare.

Vincent admired her loss of control and desperation with a smile on his face. He was deliberately gentle, and a drop of sweat suddenly slid down his forehead and onto her cheek.

Leila's body jerked slightly. The drop of sweat acted as a catalyst, causing a surprisingly strange reaction in her otherwise aching body.

A messy night, a messy lounge, and a messy heart for Leila.

When it was all over and Vincent picked up his own clothes from the floor, Leila was curled up against the wall. Her hair was disheveled and a smile, hollow and desperate, rose to her lips.

She was now like a broken porcelain doll, devoid of strength and spirit. Helpless and seemingly deaf, she simply wrapped her arms around herself in a hug. It was only when the smile froze at the corners of her mouth that she got up, straightened her gown, then ignored Vincent, turned, and left.

"Where are you going?!" Vincent was still sorting out his clothes.

Leila had already walked out. No one saw that her bleak, infinite eyes revealed a deep, unseen coldness...

When Vincent chased her out, to his surprise, Leila was nowhere to be seen.

"Leila." He called out.

The hallway was awfully quiet.

***

As Vincent went to the surveillance room to try and find Leila through the surveillance equipment, Leila left the HJ Hotel and took a taxi.

"President, this young lady was hiding on the upper level of the stairs just now. She left in a hurry after you entered the ballroom!" The staff member pointed to the surveillance screen and said, "Oh! She's out of the building!"

The screen switched to the entrance of the building where Leila, dressed in a black dress, walked out in a hurry and beckoned for a taxi. The car left quickly.

"Shit!" Vincent cursed. She had actually gone! "What was the number of the taxi's license plate?"

"JTX673."

Vincent turned around and left the surveillance room. As he walked, he called, "Get my car to the door. Yes, immediately, right now!"

Leila's phone again, but she didn't answer. The phone kept

have left her alone, but the look on her face when she left made

Bugatti weaved its way through the streets. Through the taxi company, he tracked down the owner of the car. After getting the phone

when he got the news. Wasn't that the home she had been in with her mother before she went to the

It was!

her mother, a small two-bedroom flat. She came once a month to clean it.

with memories of humiliation. The helplessness, the anger, the sadness, it never went away. Was she

corner of her eye and chilled

growing. Those tears flowed from her eyes to the melody of sadness and confusion, creating an unspeakable bitterness in her mouth that went straight to

lip, but the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out.

Could she go on?

lay and where her hope in life lay. Was she going to be tormented by Vincent forever? In fact, she really wasn't greedy, and she just wanted to live the simplest life possible. At this moment, even the desire for

bitterly and

Was she about to have her period? Every time she had her period, she had the pain two days early.

there was a thunderclap, which sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in a cold

fought back the pain in her abdomen as she went to take a bath. As the warm water poured down, she felt as if the pain in her abdomen

burst of thunder shook Leila even more to her core. She changed into her pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain in

saw a Bugatti parked downstairs. Only a sudden clap of thunder made her afraid to stand in front of the window for too long. She then went back to her bedroom and

it was still raining, only

as much. At half-past seven, she went downstairs. Just outside the entrance to the building, she saw the white Bugatti parked in

step out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked over. He was still dressed in the

stunned when he approached. She wasn't sure if it was just her illusion, but there was a flash of affection in his eyes that made Leila a little uneasy. If there was a word to describe it, it seemed to be called

the same clothes he had been wearing last night. Had he been downstairs all this time? The car also looked like it had been parked for a long time. She suddenly remembered the car from last night and then

and unblinking, as if waiting for her to say something. Yet his eyes were so complex as if he had thousands of

you are useless. Was Vincent the kind of

he sighed softly. After what seemed like a long, long struggle, he stared at her red, puffy eyelids and

She was stunned!

affection flowed through them, adding a touch of

beat violently

looked at him helplessly, waiting for his next words. She was afraid that it would be ridicule and mockery and hurt

together!" He spoke again. He said it so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly

afraid that this was a dream. As

that Leila seemed to feel his exhaled breath intermingling with her nostrils. She could clearly see his thick eyebrows, his high nose, his tightly pursed lips, and those deep, dark eyes that were so thick they couldn't be read. An occupant passed them by