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!"

didn't answer. The phone

when she

getting the phone number, he called and knew that Leila had got out

Wasn't that the home she had been

It was!

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 it, feeling lonely as she

her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness,

of her eye

of sadness and confusion, creating an unspeakable bitterness in her mouth that went straight to the depths

clenched her lower lip, but the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out. She finally

Could she go on?

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 possible. At this moment, even the desire for

and her heart became

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

was a thunderclap, which sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal

poured down, she felt as if the pain in her abdomen had eased a little. She looked up and saw her white body in the

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

Only a sudden clap of thunder made her afraid 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

was still raining, only the downpour was

clothes. Thankfully, she 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 of the

Seeing her step out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked over. He was still dressed in

affection in his eyes that made Leila a little uneasy. If there was a word to describe it, it seemed to be called

a long time. She suddenly remembered the car from last night and then she subconsciously took another look at it. It was as if

and unblinking, as if waiting for her to say something.

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 been there to

seemed like a long,

She was stunned!

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

heart beat

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

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

this was a dream. As if the dream would shatter

at him. The distance between 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,