A Moment in Destiny

“You’re a grownup. Have you never searched your own body before?” he laughed more evilly.

“You rascal!” she cursed him with a blushed face. “I’ll go wash the beddings and make breakfast.”

Vincent raised his eyebrows. “No problem. It’s a deal. You can’t refuse me next time!”

Leila couldn’t stand him any longer.

She rushed out quickly, almost bumping into the wall. Vincent burst into laughter behind her.

Leila was so embarrassed. Why could he discuss such private things with her while looking so calm? She didn’t know Vincent indeed. How could he be such a man?

Until the stimulating smell had faded in his room, looking at the clean bedsheet and floor, Vincent shook his head. Even he himself was confused about what he had done last night. He guessed that he must be drunk.

Vincent lit up another cigarette. It seemed that his physical strength hadn’t recovered yet. He felt so tired. It turned out the masturbation was such a tiring thing. Finally, he stood up and walked into the bathroom.

Leila had never expected that she would saw this side of Vincent. When she recalled what she had seen, she couldn’t help blushing and her heart hammered. However, he took it for granted -- he even told her what he had done face-to-face, and he asked her to clean his room.

Right then, when she was standing in the laundry room and looking at the dirty beddings in the washing machine, her face was still blushed. She felt extremely embarrassed. She couldn’t help wondering whether others would still worship the business legends created by him if they knew that the famous Vincent was such a man.

However, who else could know this side of him?

Thinking about it, Leila felt quite lucky. He was even willing to show this side of him to her. Did it mean that he didn’t take her as an outsider?

However, when recalling his conversation with her father in the study last night, she felt sad again. Perhaps, she should find a chance to talk to her father, asking him why he would do that and what he had done to offend Vincent.

It was the weekend. After having the breakfast prepared by Leila, Vincent went to take a nap for recovering his physical strength. Leila went to the university. Since her thesis would be reviewed on Monday, she went to the university earlier and check on her laptop.

As expected, Vincent had sent her laptop back.

She turned it on and noticed that all the files in it were still there. Nothing was missing. In an instant, she breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t imagine what Vincent would feel if he had opened the file with the password. Fortunately, he had done nothing.

Leila entered the password and opened the file. Having a glance at the content, she confirmed that nothing was touched in there. She closed the file right away. With both her hands on her face, she inhaled deeply. Then she turned off the laptop with a blushed face.

After leaving the dormitory, she went to her parents’ house. She wondered how she could question her father. Since her mother must be home, how could she ask her father without letting her mother know?

Standing at the door, she was so hesitating, but the door was opened from the inside.

Leila shivered. Looking up, she found her parents walking out arm-in-arm. Seeing Leila at the door, they both were surprised. Mabel asked, “Leila, why are you here? Haven’t you been here yesterday? Isn’t Vincent at home? Doesn’t he have a weekend?”

“Mom, I just passed by your house, so I just want to drop by and leave soon,” Leila explained in a hurry, casting a glance at her father.

something. He said, “I’ll go have a walk with your mother in the park. Would you like to join us? If not, you can wait for

case. Dad, Mom, please go ahead. I’m going home

something wrong. She pulled Leila’s hand. “Leila, are you all right? Why do you

She immediately explained with a smile, “Mom, how could it be possible? I drank too much water before going

looked doubted,

don’t you?” Leila said with a

just worried about you.” Mabel pat Leila on her hands. “I’m

it yesterday? Vincent treats her very well. What else are you worried about? All right. Leila, I’ll call

thanks, Dad. I’m used to taking the bus. I like it.” Leila twitched her mouth to a

she couldn’t have the chance to ask her father, Leila felt somewhat disappointed

the rain and providing her with a warm embrace when she needed the help the most. Leila couldn’t help but heave a sigh. ‘Vincent, you asked me to choose between you and my family. Do you want me to cut ties with my father? Why do you have to get me involved if you want to break up with

as she arrived at the bus stop, she received a call

bus,” Leila answered him

the bus? In the future, if I ask

Leila glanced at the address and answered, “I’m in the bus stop next to

his words, he hung up the

guilty like a thief. She was afraid that Vincent would ask her why she came to her father. If he still wanted to force her to make a

he said he would pick her up, Leila could only sit on the chair to wait for him. She dared not to refuse him, afraid that he would get angry. She looked in the direction

take a nap because he had masturbated, she felt embarrassed and guilty. Indeed, she was his wife and she

at the cars

still hadn’t shown up. Checking her watch, Leila found that it

a daze. She stood up and looked around. A white Bugatti approached her from afar. It ran pretty fast as if

window slid down, and Vincent looked

she walked there with her bag. The door next to the passenger seat was opened by him from

and opened the door for her, although it was

jam

she didn’t understand why he explained.

if he had sensed something, he looked unnatural and added, “I’m always punctual.

obviously, he was making an apology

felt short of breath. Besides, the nice scent of cologne from his body and his unique smell of cigarettes made her breath get

to pick you up out of kindness.” His deep voice was hoarse. “Why? Aren’t you happy to let me pick

am.” She answered. “I meant you could take

he had done something extremely tiring

back home?” he said

“Then--”

a movie,”

shocked. She

You don’t want to go, do you? Or you just don’t want to go with