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!"

answer. The phone kept ringing, but

could have left her alone, but the look on her face when she left made

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

the home she had been in with her mother before she went to

It was!

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

with memories of humiliation. The helplessness, the anger, the sadness, it never went

slipped out of the corner of

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

sobs came

Could she go on?

by Vincent forever? In fact, she really wasn't greedy, and she just wanted

bitterly and

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 days early. It

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

felt as if

pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain

afraid to stand in front of the window for too long. She then went back to her bedroom and later, fell into

still raining, only the downpour was

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

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

illusion, but there was a flash of affection in his eyes that

The car also looked like it had been parked for a long time. She suddenly remembered

if waiting for

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

time, he sighed softly. After what seemed like a long, long struggle, he stared at her red, puffy

She was stunned!

were fixed on her. A wave of affection flowed through them,

heart beat violently

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

slowly that it sounded tingly

afraid that this was a dream.

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 them by and Leila came back to