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!"

again, but she didn't answer. The phone

look on her face when she left made him feel

down the owner of the car. After getting the phone number,

the home she had been in with her

It was!

her and 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 HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness, the anger, the sadness, it never went away. Was she

out of the corner of her eye and

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

uncontrollable sobs came pouring out. She finally burst into

Could she go on?

road 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

cried bitterly and her heart

abdomen. Was she about to have her

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

the warm water poured down, she felt as if the pain in her abdomen had eased a little. She

more to her core. She changed into her pajamas and made

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

still raining, only the downpour

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

out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked over. He was still dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing

her illusion, but there was a flash of affection

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 to be many Bugattis in the

stuttered and she looked up at 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 to

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,

After what seemed like a long, long struggle, he stared at

She was stunned!

wave of affection flowed through

heart beat violently

than a bitter gourd. Then she looked at him

again. He said it so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly in

afraid that this was a dream. As if

eyebrows, his high nose, his tightly pursed lips, and those deep, dark