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

look on her face when she left made him feel a little uneasy. Her desperate face flashed through

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

when he got the news. Wasn't that the home she had been in with her mother before she went to

It was!

to her and her mother's house. It 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.

overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness, the anger, the sadness, it never went away. Was she still not strong enough to hurt

slipped out of the corner of her eye and chilled

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

the uncontrollable sobs came

Could she go on?

be tormented by Vincent forever? In fact, she really wasn't greedy, and she just wanted to live the simplest

bitterly and

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

a thunderclap, which sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the

in her abdomen as she went to take a bath. As the warm water 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

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

her afraid to stand in front

was still raining, only the downpour

seven, she went downstairs. Just outside the entrance to the building, she saw

of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked over. He

was a flash of affection in his eyes that

time. She suddenly remembered the car from last night and then she subconsciously

up at him. He was staring at her, motionless and unblinking, as if waiting for her

White!" She thought she would hate him, but she was softened by the suspicion that he might be her downstairs all night. 'Leila, you are useless.

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

She was stunned!

on her. A wave of affection flowed through them, adding

heart beat

and looked more bitter than a bitter gourd. Then she looked at

that it sounded tingly in her ears and made Leila's face heat

this was a dream. As if the dream

her nostrils. She could clearly see his thick eyebrows, his high nose, his tightly pursed lips, and those deep, dark eyes that were so