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!"

called Leila's phone again, but she didn't answer. The phone

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

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

the home she had been in

It was!

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

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 her eye and

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

but the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out. She

Could she go on?

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

bitterly and her heart became

abdomen. Was she about to have her period? Every time she had

had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in a cold sweat. Was it going

went to take a bath. As the warm water poured down, she felt as if the pain in her abdomen

pajamas and made her way to the

to stand in front

it was still raining, only the downpour was replaced

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

step 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

approached. She wasn't sure if it was just her illusion, but there was a flash of affection in his eyes that made Leila a little uneasy. If there was a word to

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

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

downstairs all night. 'Leila, you are useless. Was Vincent the kind of man who waits downstairs? Given how direct and tactful he was, he would

After a long time, he sighed softly. After what seemed like a long, long struggle, he stared at her red, puffy eyelids and spoke slowly, "Have

She was stunned!

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

beat violently

than a bitter gourd. Then she looked at him helplessly, waiting for his

He said it so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly

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

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