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!"

she didn't answer. The phone kept ringing, but there

face when she left

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

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

It was!

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

pinned against the wall and forced to make love to Vincent at the HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories

out of the corner of

from her eyes to the melody of sadness and confusion, creating an unspeakable

the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out. She finally burst into

Could she go on?

lay and where her 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 the simplest life possible. At this moment, even the desire for

bitterly and her

sour, rising sensation came from her abdomen. Was she about to have her period? Every

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

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 mirror covered in bruises left by Vincent, and another wave of bitterness hit

and made her way to the bedroom. The pain in her abdomen still persisted, and it was killing

a Bugatti parked downstairs. Only a sudden clap of thunder made her afraid to stand in

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

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

out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and

when he approached. She wasn't sure if it was just her illusion, but there was a flash of affection in his

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 last night and then she subconsciously

as if waiting for her to say something.

Mr. 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. Was Vincent the kind of man who waits downstairs? Given how direct and tactful he

what seemed like a long, long struggle, he stared at her red, puffy eyelids and spoke

She was stunned!

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

beat violently

Then she looked at him helplessly, waiting

He said it so softly and slowly that it

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

to feel his exhaled breath intermingling with 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