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

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

the taxi company, he tracked down the owner of the car. After getting the phone number, he called and knew

the news. Wasn't that the home she had been in with her mother

It was!

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

make love to 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 strong enough to hurt like

of the corner of her eye

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

uncontrollable sobs came pouring

Could she go on?

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

bitterly and her heart

to have her period? Every

thunderclap, which sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in a cold sweat. Was

warm water poured down, she felt as if the pain in her abdomen

her pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain

to stand in front of the window for too long. She then went back to her bedroom and later, fell into a deep sleep listening to the sound

raining, only the downpour

still had her old clothes and her abdomen didn't hurt as much. At half-past seven, she went downstairs. Just outside the entrance to the building, she saw the white Bugatti parked in front

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

affection in his eyes that made

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

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

might be her downstairs all night. 'Leila, you are useless.

long, long struggle, he stared at her red, puffy

She was stunned!

flowed through them,

beat violently

gourd. Then she looked at him

it sounded tingly in her ears and made Leila's face heat up all of a

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

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