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!"

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

look on her face when she left made

way through the streets. Through the taxi company, he tracked down the owner of the car. After getting the phone number, he called and knew that

the home she had been in with her mother before she

It was!

her mother's house. It hadn't been lived in for years, but all the furniture was still there. It was left to her by her mother, a small two-bedroom flat. She came once a month to clean it. Pulling away the cover of the sofa, she curled up on

Vincent at the HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness, the anger, the sadness, it never went away. Was she still not

the corner of

that her tears were growing. Those tears flowed from her eyes to the melody of

uncontrollable sobs came pouring out. She finally burst into

Could she go on?

she going to be tormented by Vincent forever? In fact, she really wasn't

cried bitterly and her heart

hot, sour, rising sensation came from her abdomen. Was she about to have her period? Every time she had her period, she

Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in a

down, she felt as if the

shook Leila even more to her core. She changed into her pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain in her abdomen still persisted, and it was killing

check the window and vaguely saw a Bugatti parked downstairs. Only a sudden clap of thunder made her afraid to stand

raining, only

clothes and her abdomen didn't hurt as much. At half-past seven, she went downstairs. Just outside the entrance to

brand new after being washed down by the rain. Seeing her step out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked over. He was still dressed in the same clothes

illusion, but there was a flash of affection in his

long time. She suddenly remembered the car from last night and

looked up at him. He was staring at her, motionless and unblinking, as if waiting for her to say something. Yet his

would hate him, but she was softened by the suspicion that he might be her downstairs all night. 'Leila, you are useless. Was Vincent the kind of man who waits downstairs? Given how direct and tactful he was, he would have

silent. After a long time, he sighed softly. After what seemed like a long, long struggle,

She was stunned!

of affection flowed through them, adding a touch of intoxicating tenderness to his

beat violently

Then she looked at him helplessly, waiting for his next words. She was afraid that

have breakfast together!" He spoke again. He said it so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly in her ears and made

this was a dream. As if the dream would shatter if she

was so close 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