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 phone

when she left made him feel a little uneasy. Her desperate

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

home she had been in with

It was!

a small two-bedroom flat. She came once a month to clean it. Pulling away

Vincent at the HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The

of her

of sadness and confusion, creating an unspeakable bitterness

sobs came

Could she go on?

to marriage was really too difficult. She didn't know where the future 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

and her heart became

to have her period? Every time she had her period, she had the pain two days early. It should be coming

abdominal pain, to 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 had eased a little. She

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

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

was still raining, only the

didn't hurt as much. At half-past seven, she went downstairs. Just outside the

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 there was a word to describe it, it seemed to

had he come to be here? He was still wearing 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

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

all night. 'Leila, you are useless. Was Vincent the kind of man who waits

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

She was stunned!

affection flowed through them, adding a touch of

heart beat

mean by that? Her face changed and looked more bitter than a bitter gourd. Then she looked at him helplessly, waiting for

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

afraid that this was a dream. As

them 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