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 there was no

look on her face when she left made him feel

company, he tracked down the owner of the car. After getting the phone number, he called and knew that Leila had got out of the car. She had gotten

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

It was!

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

memories of humiliation.

slipped out of the corner of her eye and

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

the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out.

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

bitterly and

abdomen. Was she about to have her period? Every time she had her period, she had the pain two days early.

sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal

felt as if the pain in her abdomen had eased a little. She looked up and saw her

changed into her pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain in her abdomen

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

the morning, it was still raining, only the downpour was replaced by a

she still had her old clothes and her abdomen didn't hurt as much. At half-past seven, she

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

there was a flash of affection in

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 to be many Bugattis in the F

unblinking, as if waiting for her to say something. Yet his eyes were so complex as if he had thousands of words

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

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

She was stunned!

wave of affection flowed through them, adding a touch of intoxicating tenderness

heart beat

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

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

that this was a dream. As if the dream would shatter if she

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 them by and Leila