A Moment in Destiny

Vincent White was staring straight, but Julian felt that he was sharp and melancholy.

"Do you hate me?" Julian asked in a low and sad voice, with even a sense of despair.

Vincent looked at Julian indifferently as if he looked through him. Vincent was cold-hearted and calm, not even giving Julian a glance at all.

"You've fallen for Leila," Julian said faintly as he picked up the coffee, with his hand trembling. "Vincent, I lost! I thought that as long as you're not in love with Leila, with some effort, I could definitely stimulate your potential and let you know that we are the most suitable being together. But I was too forceful! There's no problem with your sexual orientation."

"I've told you I'm normal!" Vincent was gloomy, and his tone was cold. No normal man would be ebullient for an abnormal man missing him.

"I lost! The call and kidnapping were indeed my doing! Leila is smart, and she had found it out!" Julian said faintly, "There won't be a next time!"

Vincent scowled at Julian, staring at him as if to find out the truth.

Julian looked at him without evading his eyes and said, "I choose to let go! Can I leave now?"

Vincent didn't respond but just staring at Julian icily.

"What else do you want? Can't give up on me?" Julian raised his brow.

"Julian, if this happens again, all the gay ones in the world will come to you!" Vincent's cold words were breaking Julian's heart. Looking at that handsome face that he had missed for so many years, looking at that threatening dark eyes of his and looking at that stern look of his, Julian curled his lips suddenly. His smile was faint, and his soft voice was sorrowful.

"You've finally found my weak spot. Don't worry. It won't happen again. I want to have a peaceful life! I can't bear it when all the gay ones in the world are coming to me at one go!" Julian looked squarely at Vincent and said blankly, "Bless you, Vincent!"

…

At the villa.

Leila came downstairs and saw Charles, who just entered the house. He seemed to have stayed out all night. She was unsure if Macey had looked for him and where he stayed last night?

She was baffled and wanted to go back to her room, not wanting to greet him. But Charles called out to her, "Am I not welcome here?"

Leila turned around, giving him a faint look. She didn't respond and did not want to say anything. She was about to go upstairs but being called by him again.

"I have something good. Do you want to see?"

Leila ignored him, "But this has something to do with your husband!"

Leila paused for a moment and turned back, "If you have something to say, just speak it!"

"Do you sure you can bear it?" Charles gazed sharply at Leila.

"Don't be mysterious!" Leila walked downstairs. "Bring it out for whatever you have!"

Charles nodded and took out a photo from his arms.

"Look!"

when the photo was handed to her. She was struck dumb as it

Yes!

Vincent holding Julian's head and kissed him. And Vincent was the one who took the initiative. Gosh! And he kissed on his lips! Leila quivered as she was really taken

she was lost in thought,

Julian kidnapped her? Could it be that Vincent and him?

you okay?" Charles asked

her senses and grunted coldly, seeing the gloating look

I'm just reminding you that Vincent might

upstairs. In fact, she was shocked and scared. How

I'll just give it to you then!"

down to hide her negative emotions. She sat on the chair helplessly, covering her face and closing her

over the top!

to think about it anymore! She put the photo into her bag, not thinking about it. This was absolutely impossible. But thinking

really

Then…

Ugh!

It was so disgusting!

they do it? With Vincent on top?

Ugh!

that she had overthought it. How could the scenes of Vincent and Julian

her room and never came out. Owen had already gone out with Miyamoto, despite knowing each other for just one day only. And so, the villa was

and irritating. Leila knew that everything was the fault of this picture. She really wanted to call Vincent immediately, but

the evening, some staggering

a ray of light came through the

turned

saw Leila sitting on the sofa in a daze, "What's wrong?

saw Vincent. She was nervous and alarmed, forcing herself

for the whole afternoon!" Vincent looked

and changed the topic, "Have you eaten yet? Shall we

spoke as she

someone grabbed her arm from the back. She was frightened and flung his hand away as if she disliked him for being nasty. Vincent was stung by her action, and he looked at her sharply. He pulled her back and pressed her onto the sofa. Vincent stared at

head. But she

gritted his teeth

yelling. She raised her head slowly to look at him. She

eyes met, but none

Leila regained her composure, "Vincent, about

baffled and frowned, "Don't ask it again.

to be with him alone in the room. She wanted to get down as soon as

doubtful, looking at her, but he said nothing