A Moment in Destiny

He was making chicken soup for her!

Who would believe it?

She held the remote control, but she had no intention of watching the television. She kept looking towards the kitchen and biting her lip. Inexplicably, her eyes were red and wet again. She had the urge to cry!

He was so considerate. Was it a good start, or was there another horror building up? She didn't know, and she didn't want to know. It was just that for the moment, she was inexplicably fascinated by him.

From a distance, looking from the direction of the living room, she could just see him behind the glass window. He really was a work of God's satisfaction. With his broad forehead, firm chin, deep eyes, slightly curved lips, and straight nose, Vincent was dazzlingly handsome and chillingly dominant. No wonder so many women are willing to go to bed with him ...

The thought of him being with so many women made Leila's heart ache again. And the thought of this man making love to other women made her feel sick inside.

Why was that?

Even though he had hurt her more than once, even though he had been her sister's lover, even though he had married her in a hurry and probably with an ulterior motive, she could always feel her heart involuntarily beating wildly for him. She would feel pain for every hurtful word he would say, be upset and aggravated for a long time by a look or a gesture from him, and could not resist provoking him again and again.

What was this feeling? Her heart ached and she felt heartbroken. What was this feeling?!

'Don't think too much, Leila, you mustn't be too greedy!'

Leila couldn't be idle after all, and she was born to be busy. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen floor was covered with food that had just been delivered. There were fresh vegetables, fish and prawns, and seasonings. The pile of food was enough to feed them for a week. Leila walked over and bent down to start packing.

"Put it down!" Vincent's low voice sounded above her head. "I'll clean up later!"

"I'm fine. I can do it!" Leila smiled and didn't stop. She began nimbly taking things out of the bags, cleaning them up, and sorting them. Then she wrapped things up again in packets, sorting them into different categories for freezing and refrigeration.

Vincent didn't say anything else, except that he glanced with sharp eyes at Leila, who was busy. And his gaze became deeper and deeper.

When she had cleaned up and washed her hands, he began to serve the soup.

Leila took the ashtray out. The ventilator was on, drawing away the rich aroma and the smell of tobacco.

The soup was served and carried out, and Vincent didn’t say a word. He had been silent since earlier when Leila had been sorting things out. Now he didn’t say anything either. And he didn't say a word as he carried the soup past her. Leila took the rest of the bowl and walked out of the kitchen with him.

He returned to the kitchen to work on something. Not long afterward, he came out with two bowls of rice. He had actually steamed the rice!

Leila was shocked again!

The chicken soup was served, the rice was brought in, and there was a special western dish heated in the microwave - a roast goose burger with foie gras.

Leila looked on dumbfounded as Vincent brought out a few more plates. My God, why were there Russian stuffed white mushrooms and braised chicken wings?

even seen

her a look, and then slowly uttered three words,

looked at her watch. It was half-past nine. It was sort of a breakfast. But it was too hearty, wasn't it? Leila didn't know if she was having Chinese or

He said in his usual

think I should

with a bit of oil and was very light. There were a few red dates in the bowl, which looked light and refreshing but smelled

gazed at her and then frowned suddenly. Apparently, he was getting impatient, "You can

responded with reluctance. She was still going

the soup and watched her stick her tongue out. She had a satisfied look on her little face, then lowered her head again and took another sip. Then again, he saw something called tears slide

frowned in confusion. "Doesn't it taste

away

are you crying?" He then remembered something and

inside. So he'd been watching her. He'd seen her moved to

"Then what is it?"

don't know if I'll ever have the chance to

say next. And how could a busy man like him, such an elite businessman, be confined to the kitchen cooking soup for

should be racing through the world of business,

consideration on his part was a flash

for a while, then said in a fierce, cold voice, "Nice try. Just this time. No more! Drink up. If you don't drink

she immediately held the bowl and said, "I'll drink

couldn't help but curl upwards as

couldn't help but praise in a small

all that nonsense?" Vincent glanced up at her

her tongue out and stopped

didn't ache much anymore, but her back was aching badly. She didn't eat the Western food on the table. And she ate only one bowl of

eat that western food either. After dinner, Leila wanted to wash the dishes, but Vincent wouldn't let her. He

felt that her nose twitched. What she couldn't stand was being touched. Because when one was touched,

wanted to dance, and her stomach didn't

willing to accompany him.

"Ah-" Leila was startled.

Leila dropped the remote control in a panic. She hastily knelt down to pick it up. But as

took a step back and looked at her with stern

Leila blushed immediately!

I found dance music ..." He had said he wanted to

in a deep voice, "Are you sure you can dance? I don't want to touch another handful of blood later! It's

Leila responded. Her face got

the yellow dress she had taken from Pippa that day. It had been left at the HJ Hotel. She hadn't expected him to have it

dress that