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 kept ringing, but

but the look on her face when she left made him feel a

weaved its way through the streets. Through the taxi 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

she had been in with her mother before she went

It was!

the furniture was still there. It was left to her by her mother, a small two-bedroom flat. She

Vincent at the HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness,

the corner of her eye and chilled her

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

her lower lip, but the uncontrollable sobs came

Could she go on?

to be tormented by Vincent forever?

cried bitterly and her heart became

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

there was a thunderclap, which sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in

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

and made

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 of the

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

her abdomen didn't hurt as much. At half-past seven, she

being washed down by the rain. Seeing her step out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and

stunned when he 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 describe

still wearing the same clothes he had been wearing last 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

looked up at him. He was staring at her, motionless and unblinking, as if waiting for her to say something. Yet his eyes were so complex as

she would hate him, but she was softened by the suspicion that he might be her downstairs all night. 'Leila, you are useless. Was Vincent the kind of

what seemed like a long, long struggle,

She was stunned!

affection flowed through them, adding a

heart beat violently

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

and slowly that it sounded tingly in

unmoved, afraid that this was a dream. As if the dream would shatter

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 came back to her senses with a start. She heard herself say one