A Moment in Destiny

Leila felt that she couldn’t withstand it any longer if this continued.

The sharp pain and despair caused her mind to be in chaos. She gradually blacked out and became unconscious. The warm wave of sexual desire in her body didn’t disperse, even for a little bit, yet the pain from her arm let her remain sober to resist the lust. The remaining strength in her body supported her to keep struggling. She bit him to refuse him and beat and kicked him with all fours. She even tried to scratch his face with the piece of porcelain.

“How dare you to bite me?” Charles slightly pressed his lips together and sensitively noticed the despair that flickered across her eyes, “And you even tried to disfigure me?”

Leila didn’t reply. She panted desperately, feeling that all the strength in her body had gone.

Charles’s gaze was unfathomable as if he had seen though her mind. He suddenly heaved a sigh and asked in a low voice, “Leila, are you really afraid of having sex with me? You don’t want me to touch you?”

“Yeah.” Leila leaned against the wall to support herself and continued, “You’d better let me go. Otherwise, I will cut my artery! I would rather die than having sex with you! Believe it or not, if I die, you will be held responsible. You can have a try.”

“You’re really tenacious!” Charles curled up his lips into a smile of compliment, “Good girl, you’re more aspiring than your sister.”

“Let me go!” Leila bit her lower lip. She had lost much blood from the wounds on her arm.

“Leila, why don’t you consider being with me? I will dote on you.” He studied her face carefully, shifting his gaze from her chin to her neck and finally fixating it on her chest.

Noticing his lines of sights, Leila lowered her head and took a look, and then her face immediately flushed, “Pervert!”

The button of the collar band of her shirt was unclasped and he could saw her cleavage.

“Shameless! Dirty!” Leila gritted her teeth and reproached him, wrapping her arms before her chest. He was looking at her breasts! Trembling, she clasped the button.

“I want many things.” Charles directly admitted it, “I want to fuck you, desperately.”

His words were so dirty.

Leila still felt angry. When she recalled that he kissed her without her permission just now, her heart ached as she felt sorry for Vincent. She was overwhelmed by a gush of despair and cried sadly and despairingly, “Let go of me! Pervert! Shameless pervert!”

“Good girl, rest assured. I don’t want to fuck a dead body.” He curled up his lips with a trace of smile flashing across his eyes, “Just wait, I will let Vincent detoxify you. Oh, is it because I’m not as charming as before? Or could it be that you are addicted to Vincent?”

Leila staggered again. She even felt it difficult to stand on her feet as if all the strength in her body were drained out.

Charles took a glance at the Vacheron Constantin watch around his wrist and twitched his mouth, “One, two, three…”

Then they heard someone kicking open the door. Charles shrugged his shoulders and then walked to the door.

The moment he pulled opened the door, he was greeted by a punch.

Charles screamed miserably, covering his chin with his hands,

want to

sigh of relief when she heard the familiar roar of Vincent. He came here. He came timely. Luckily, Charles hadn’t done something to her. Leila shook her head, feeling very

and swollen and her face was extremely red. There were three wounds on her arm, which were still bleeding. Vincent couldn’t bear to see it.

out of the way. He closed the door and walked to the sofa aside, curling up his lips into a helpless

Leila. Her cheeks were weirdly red and she was soaked in sweats with her arm covered by blood. She was still

dilated and then contracted at the next moment. Feeling heartbroken, he

hurrying to here with worries, Leila knew that it was not him who asked Charles to do so. She could

a consoling smile, “Mr. White… I…

Vincent replied. He felt like having a sore throat as if a fishbone was sticking in his throat. It

grabbed his cloth tightly,

and held Leila into his arms. He kept

her will power, or maybe it was because she, who had been highly tensed-up, felt relieved

I can lend

No one knew what he was thinking in mind. He held up Leila and turned his head to take a

touch her.” Charles looked at him, “She’s a good girl. She deserved to

tell me this.” Vincent fixed his

took a glance at Leila, “She’s bleeding. Treat

place.” Vincent directly

but to open the door. He watched Vincent leaving the house and then turned around to look at the blood stains on the ground.

top floor

opened the door and put Leila onto the bed. He then quickly found a towel to clean her wounds. There were three deep cuts on her arm and her cloth

Charles!

blow on the wall. Because he had used great strength, the punch left a hole on the white wall and his hand got red and swollen. Nevertheless, Leila, who was semi-conscious, couldn’t

covered by anger. Charles, that son of bitch, how

ached. In order not to

looking at her blushed face, his eyes gradually became red. He wanted to take the piece of porcelain from her, but Leila still gripped it tightly and refused to

said in a

refused to loosen her grip. Vincent landed a kiss on her forehead, “Good

his head, cleaned her wounds and then bandaged them. He then went to the toilet to wash his hands. His heart was still trembling when he recalled the bleeding wounds

was overwhelmed by the warm wave of sexual desire again. She wriggled her body

looked like a mature apple and intrigued people’s impulse

She began to pull her cloth, wanting to take off her clothes so that she could be more comfortable. But

walked out of the toilet, he saw her struggling and saying that she was