A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 250 A Look of Sadness?

Leaning on his sweaty chest, Leila could smell the sweat that radiated off his body, a smell which strangely seemed to made her feel at ease. Tired, she shut her eyes and fell asleep.

At daybreak, the sunlight crept in through the window from cracks in the white curtains. The entire room was lit up.

The pure white bed was a complete mess; half of the blanket was on the floor, while the other half covered over Leila’s naked body. Her entire body was filled with kiss and bite marks and scars from the car accident. Her black hair scattered over the pillow and made her white face appear even whiter. Her eyes were shut and motionless, her lips slightly open as she steadily breathed.

A tall, handsome figure leaned against the window, with a cigarette between his fingers and puffs of smoke surrounding his flawless face. For some inexplicable reason, he exuded sexiness.

Vincent quietly looked at the sleeping figure and felt a reaction down under. It seemed that he couldn’t resist against her.

“Uh…” Leila moaned as she slept. The sunshine made her unable to rest easily. Her eyelids twitched, then she slowly opened her eyes. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the brilliant sunlight, and then she noticed the figure standing by the window.

“Ah-” Leila let out a scream; ignoring the aches all over her body, she covered all her private areas by reflex. Her face became bright red, and she hid under the blankets, afraid to look at him.

Vincent looked up; his thin lips smiled, then he put out his cigarette and headed back into bed.

Leila’s reaction was beyond her brain’s control; her body subconsciously pulled backward, but her entire body was in pain! She let out a small yelp, but didn’t dare to move around in the blanket. As his overwhelming presence got closer, she became more and more panicked.

He reached his huge palm into the blanket and hooked her right into his embrace. His deep, manly voice muffled by her ear, “You’re awake?”

Her abashed eyes met his deep gaze; the sunlight that shone on his eyebrows made him look even more dashingly handsome. His eyes were locked onto her snow-like white skin.

“Good morning, Mr. White!” Leila managed to let out a whisper; her cute voice in the morning was incredibly sexy and seductive.

He had on a white robe, which partially unveiled his muscular chest. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of cigarette and the unique smell of his body.

Leila tightly gripped onto the blanket; as she breathed in the air, she started to feel tenser, and unconsciously began to move slightly toward the edge of the bed.

“Don’t move!” With his arm outstretched, Vincent grabbed her thin waistline. He pulled her close until his chest touched against her back. In a swift motion, he spun her around, until they were face to face. He raised an eyebrow, “Trying to escape?”

“No!” She gasped; then she placed a hand against his chest to keep him at bay, “Don’t you have to go to work?”

“It’s Saturday!” There was a glint in his eyes, a sort of devilish look in his cool, calm expression. The entire room was filled with his scent.

At this moment, he began to slowly slide his hand down her body, bringing a warm sensation across her back. She jumped by surprise and unwittingly tried to escape his grasp. “Mr. White, I-”

Before she finished talking, he violently kissed her on the lips.

Leila was stunned by his action.

“You’re not going anywhere today!” He said in a low, raspy voice next to her ear, “The only place for you today is the bed!”

“No-” She pushed him away.

“You can’t say no, Leila; in our little game, you don’t have the right to refuse!” His aura rushed all over her; his eagle eyes stared right at her, and he began to rapidly kiss her lips. While she was captivated by his kisses, he flipped her and pressed on top of her body.

Little game!?

So it was just a game after all! What more did she expect?

With the words he just said, Leila felt her heart sink. So, that was it. Leila felt her heart sink into an abyss.

Vincent did not give her the chance to think at all. His tongue reached into her mouth and made it hard for her to even breathe. This stifling feeling not only made her unable to think, but its dominating nature felt as though it was invading her senses. She could not think of doing anything but let him have his way.

Naturally, they had sex again in bed.

Afterwards, he hugged her and did not move an inch. The sensation of their skins brushing against each other made her feel flustered…

This feeling felt as though they were a normal couple, enjoying the morning weekend. This feeling inexplicably made her heart race a little faster…

By the time she woke up again, it was already eleven at noon. Medication appeared to have been applied over her bruises, but there was no one else in the room. Leila looked at the scars on her body

in awe. Did Vincent apply medicine while she was still asleep? She could see traces of iodine and rubbing alcohol over her body.

Leila got up to get changed. In the closet, she noticed the oversized, cartoon-designed T-shirt that she always wore. The shirt was large enough to cover down to her thighs. She put it on, tied a ponytail, and headed out the room.

The door to the study was half open. Vincent sat on a grand chair; he was silent, expressionless, with only a cigarette in hand as he quietly smoked.

Why was there such a look of sadness in his eyes?

Could it be that even he had troubles?

Was it over her sister?

Leila suddenly began to feel disheartened. Even now, she couldn’t understand these two people. Were they going to spend the rest of their lives like this?

Her dad told Leila to make Vincent fall in love with her. Would it be possible?

As she stood by the door, she unknowingly sighed. Little did she expect it, but Vincent heard her sigh, and he snapped his gaze to the door. His cold, sharp stare stung her deeply…

It seemed that all he wanted was to have sex with her. Out of bed, she meant nothing to him. Maybe, at this moment, he was regretting having had sex with her!

Suddenly, Leila did not feel any sadness nor resentment. She raised her eyes to look calmly at Vincent, and smiled, “Mr. White, what would you like to eat? I’ll go make it!”

He was taken by surprise. His cold eyes lingered for only a few seconds as he scanned her from afar. Then he looked at her face, and replied in a manner with a hint of pride, “Whatever!”

She turned around and pursed her lips to hide a hint of bitterness, “Alright!”

The breakfast she prepared was simple yet bountiful.

A refreshing porridge with pickled cucumbers, boiled eggs, and green scallion pancakes.

Leila was in the kitchen for over an hour. Suddenly, a loud, deep voice rang out from behind her, “Aren’t you done yet? I’m starving!”

“Um! In a second!” Leila hurried turned around, only to find herself face to face with Vincent; his lips cracked a smile.

“Did you make all this?” He inquisitively pointed across the kitchen at her work, with a look that mixed awe, surprise, and a hint of playfulness.

“Right!” Leila couldn’t make out anything from his expression. She turned around and picked up breakfast. “Just wash your hands and we can eat!”

He had on a playful smirk, “I don’t like boiled eggs? Got any fried eggs?”

“Eating too many fried eggs will cause cholesterol levels to rise; boiled ones are healthier!” Leila said in a gentle tone. “If you want fried ones, I can prepare right away!”

She carefully looked at him, and he said with a frown, “Forget it, I’ll just have boiled eggs!”

He did not bother help her and sat down at the dining table, waiting to be served by her.

Leila brought the utensils over and sat down.

Vincent already began to eat. Leila stole a glance at him, then quickly looked away. After last night, she couldn’t tell whether anything had changed between them. But she did not expect there to be any change in her heart.

“Any plans for today?”

The second her eyes looked down, Vincent’s voice rang out to break the silence in the air.

“Do some reading!” As soon as she uttered these words, uneasiness flashed across her face. She was done with her graduation thesis, but she still had some more research to do. She was afraid that he would take up her time. Thinking back to last night’s conversation, she could still feel the heat on her face.

“Oh!” He gave a short reply and returned to eating.

Leila finished eating quickly. “Mr. White, I’ll clean up here later, you can just leave everything here!” Leila said as she got up and wanted to head upstairs. She started to fear being alone with him; even the air felt suffocating.

Vincent nodded. His cell rang, and he threw a quick glance at Leila before he picked up the call, “What’s up, baby?”

Leila’s heart skipped a beat. Baby?

Of course!

As the president of the White Group, of course there would be plenty of women around him.

She laughed at herself and turned around to head up the stairs. At the corner of the stairs, she turned around and looked at him. He was basked in the sunlight, the brightness made it hard to see him clearly. The tall bridge of his nose, his rosy red lips, his sculpted chin, his chilling nature; he gave off an

aura that kept people away. Even if he spoke the sweetest words, there was a coldness to him. “Oh, do you miss me, baby? Alright, wait up, I’ll be there right away!”

After that phone call, Vincent left shortly after, and disappeared for three days.

On Tuesday, Leila was working overtime until quite late. As she got off work, she headed to the bus stop. Along the way, she spotted a slender figure smoking next to a parked car. Upon seeing her, the man threw the cigarette and walked towards her.

“Julian!?” The man turned out to be Julian Gordon. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“How’re you feeling?” Dressed in black, Julian stepped before Leila and asked concernedly. There was a complicated look behind his pair of shades.

“I’m fine,” Leila laughed, “See you!”

Her body was fine for the most part now. Besides, Julian already paid her medical bills, so there was no need to keep holding him responsible. Also, she had worked until quite late; it was past nine o’clock already. If she didn’t leave now, there won’t be any more buses running soon.