A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 281 Make Your Choice

Leila was tensed up, clenching her fists. The way he forced her was making her body break out in goose flesh.

"Why didn't you return my laptop? If you return it to me, I could probably just let you hit me back!" The way he looked at her was vengeful, and it scared her stiff. He was like treating his enemy, not showing any mercy, and he only seemed to satisfy of killing her.

"Hitting you would just be letting you off lightly!" Vincent White curled his lips, glowering at her. His voice was cold, "I'll punish you in another way!"

Leila was stunned for a moment, feeling frightened for him being so terrifying. She bit her lips and stared at him, who was giving a sinister glance, he was like a cheetah in the bush and was watching its prey. She fell back while he took a step forward again, forcing her until there was no way to go. They were circling in the presidential suite as he pressed forward.

Her back hit the edge of the bed, giving out a sound.

"Ahh…"

She leaped to her feet as she fell on the edge of the bed, touching it. Her body trembled as if something terrible was going to happen.

As she just sat up in a panic, Vincent grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed.

She was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"You'll know it soon!" His strong arm encircled her slender waist while his tall body was pressing on her. Leila had no way to resist him.

She felt cold inside his arms. The way he stared at her was sending a chill down her spine as if it could make her frozen.

"Let go… of me…" Leila gulped nervously, not daring to look straight at his eyes, and she even had to breathe cautiously, "You're hurting me!"

"Is it so? There's even more!" He growled as he approached her wickedly. He encircled her waist tightly with one hand, and the other hand propped up on her side, looking down on her pale little face, tasting her fear.

"No…" She recalled the violent incident that also happened in the same hotel last time. She was being pressed by him against the wall of the lounge, torturing her, which she nearly got killed. It still made her blood run cold when recalling it. She would never want to go through that again. She shook her head hard, struggling, "No! No! Let go of me!"

Leila’s white teeth bit her soft lips. Her ponytail was scattered due to her struggling. Her face was refreshing as there was no makeup on her and her eyes were glittering, with her eyelashes shading her face. She looked frightened.

Vincent was stunned when he saw the paleness of her face as well as her eyes blinking uneasily. And he could feel her trembling. Was she… afraid of him?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, making him frowned suddenly.

to beat me. What would you still be afraid

complicated facing such a beautiful

it would still hurt that much, she would rather die than having him touching her. The memory locked deep

me?" He grabbed her by the lapels tightly, and his

face turned purple due to the suffocation, and she even had breathing difficulty,

very last strength, she like like a leaf flying in the air, it was just about to land on the ground and will die

let go of her, embracing her in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "If I

are you... trying to do?" She was fluttering, spitting out the few words in a hoarse voice. She was quaking in fear and had a bad feeling about

was waiting for her. He seemed to be afraid of

was terrified and not sure why did he

that his target was the Hunter family? What was he

"Pick one!" He roared.

How could she choose between her family and her

her husband were the same. She couldn't choose, especially not knowing what

Leila hadn't reacted yet as he leaned down, unaware, and bit

"Ah... Umm..."

bleed, and he licked away the blood from the wound on her

Umm..." Leila struggled, but she couldn't speak out a word. She felt the weight on her body increasing as he had

me!" There was a vague sense of unease from his low overbearing voice. A voice sounded above her, "Choose only

"No! I won't choose!"

turned soft, with a hint of annoyance, "Can't you just

to swing up to her fist, wanting to hit him, but she stopped. What was wrong

that he was so emotional and horrified. He was moody all the time, being ferocious and then changing to gentle, he was

was like a ship lost its direction in the sea. His tone was

from Leila, Vincent's tongue slipped into her mouth, and his action was

clothes were torn into pieces by

her skin,

as she was filled

meantime, Vincent was in lust, staring at her naked body, he became more aggressive.

her naked breasts. Her eyes were filled

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