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!"

phone again, but she didn't answer. The

alone, but the look on her face when she left made him feel a little uneasy. Her desperate

owner of the car. After getting the phone number, he called and knew that Leila had got out of the car. She had gotten off at the

Wasn't that the home she had been

It was!

furniture was still there. It was left to her by her mother, a small two-bedroom

Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness,

corner of her eye and chilled her

of sadness and confusion, creating an unspeakable bitterness

the uncontrollable sobs

Could she go on?

Vincent forever?

cried bitterly and her heart

she about to have her period? Every time she had her period, she had the

suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in a cold sweat.

felt as if the pain in her abdomen had eased a little. She looked up and saw her white body in the mirror covered in bruises left by Vincent, and another wave

pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain in her abdomen still

her afraid to stand in front of the window

only the downpour was replaced by

and her abdomen didn't hurt as much. At half-past seven, she went downstairs.

car looked brand new after being washed down by the rain. Seeing her step out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked

a flash of affection in his eyes that made Leila a little uneasy. If

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 she subconsciously took another look at it. It was as if the car had been in this spot the whole time. And there didn't seem

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

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

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

She was stunned!

A wave of affection flowed through them, adding a touch of intoxicating

beat

and looked more bitter than a bitter gourd. Then she looked at him helplessly, waiting for his next words. She was afraid that it would be ridicule and

so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly in her ears and made Leila's face

was unmoved, afraid that this was a dream. As if the

thick eyebrows, his high nose, his tightly pursed lips, and those deep, dark eyes that were so thick they couldn't be