A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 262 After Cries Of Pain

Vincent, however, just enjoyed Leila's tight body. The corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful and wicked smile, "If you ever provoke me like that again, I will only make you hurt more in the future."

It hurt, but she didn't feel numb at all. The excruciating pain tormented her over and over again. Her screams turned to cries of pain. This lovemaking without a hint of pleasure was her nightmare.

Vincent admired her loss of control and desperation with a smile on his face. He was deliberately gentle, and a drop of sweat suddenly slid down his forehead and onto her cheek.

Leila's body jerked slightly. The drop of sweat acted as a catalyst, causing a surprisingly strange reaction in her otherwise aching body.

A messy night, a messy lounge, and a messy heart for Leila.

When it was all over and Vincent picked up his own clothes from the floor, Leila was curled up against the wall. Her hair was disheveled and a smile, hollow and desperate, rose to her lips.

She was now like a broken porcelain doll, devoid of strength and spirit. Helpless and seemingly deaf, she simply wrapped her arms around herself in a hug. It was only when the smile froze at the corners of her mouth that she got up, straightened her gown, then ignored Vincent, turned, and left.

"Where are you going?!" Vincent was still sorting out his clothes.

Leila had already walked out. No one saw that her bleak, infinite eyes revealed a deep, unseen coldness...

When Vincent chased her out, to his surprise, Leila was nowhere to be seen.

"Leila." He called out.

The hallway was awfully quiet.

***

As Vincent went to the surveillance room to try and find Leila through the surveillance equipment, Leila left the HJ Hotel and took a taxi.

"President, this young lady was hiding on the upper level of the stairs just now. She left in a hurry after you entered the ballroom!" The staff member pointed to the surveillance screen and said, "Oh! She's out of the building!"

The screen switched to the entrance of the building where Leila, dressed in a black dress, walked out in a hurry and beckoned for a taxi. The car left quickly.

"Shit!" Vincent cursed. She had actually gone! "What was the number of the taxi's license plate?"

"JTX673."

Vincent turned around and left the surveillance room. As he walked, he called, "Get my car to the door. Yes, immediately, right now!"

He called Leila's phone again, but she didn't answer. The phone kept ringing, but there was no answer.

He could have left her alone, but the look on her face when she left made him feel a little uneasy. Her desperate face flashed through his mind.

The Bugatti weaved its way through the streets. Through the taxi company, he tracked down the owner of the car. After getting the phone number, he called and knew that Leila had got out of the car. She had gotten off at the Pearl Community.

Vincent was stunned when he got the news. Wasn't that the home she had been in with her mother before she went to the Hunter family?

It was!

Leila had gone back to her and her mother's house. It hadn't been lived in for years, but all the furniture was still there. It was left to her by her mother, a small two-bedroom flat. She came once a month to clean it. Pulling away the cover of the sofa, she curled up on it, feeling lonely as she had never felt before, and powerless.

The memory of being pinned against the wall and forced to make love to Vincent at the HJ Hotel overwhelmed her with memories of humiliation. The helplessness, the anger, the sadness, it never went away. Was she still not strong enough to hurt like this?

Something slipped out of the corner of her eye and chilled her pretty face.

She didn't bother, except that her tears were growing. Those tears flowed from her eyes to the melody of sadness and confusion, creating an unspeakable bitterness in her mouth that went straight to the depths of her heart.

She clenched her lower lip, but the uncontrollable sobs came pouring out. She finally burst into tears.

Could she go on?

The road to marriage was really too difficult. She didn't know where the future lay and where her hope in life lay. Was she going to be tormented by Vincent forever? In fact, she really wasn't greedy, and she just wanted to live the simplest life possible. At this moment, even the desire for freedom felt like a luxury.

She cried bitterly and her heart became sore.

Suddenly, her stomach ached. A hot, sour, rising sensation came from her abdomen. Was she about to have her period? Every time she had her period, she had the pain two days early. It should be coming again.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap, which sent Leila, who had been suffering from abdominal pain, to the sofa in a cold sweat. Was it going to rain?

Wiping away her tears, Leila took a deep breath and fought back the pain in her abdomen as she went to take a bath. As the warm water poured down, she felt as if the pain in her abdomen had eased a little. She looked up and saw her white body in the mirror covered in bruises left by Vincent, and another wave of bitterness hit her heart.

"Boom ..." Another burst of thunder shook Leila even more to her core. She changed into her pajamas and made her way to the bedroom. The pain in her abdomen still persisted, and it was killing her.

Then it rained heavily and Leila went to check the window and vaguely saw a Bugatti parked downstairs. Only a sudden clap of thunder made her afraid to stand in front of the window for too long. She then went back to her bedroom and later, fell into a deep sleep listening to the sound of the rain...

In the morning, it was still raining, only the downpour was replaced by a drizzle.

Leila changed her clothes. Thankfully, she still had her old clothes and her abdomen didn't hurt as much. At half-past seven, she went downstairs. Just outside the entrance to the building, she saw the white Bugatti parked in front of the door.

The car looked brand new after being washed down by the rain. Seeing her step out, the door of the Bugatti was opened and Vincent just walked over. He was still dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing last night.

Leila was still stunned when he approached. She wasn't sure if it was just her illusion, but there was a flash of affection in his eyes that made Leila a little uneasy. If there was a word to describe it, it seemed to be called 'pity'!

How had he come to be here? He was still wearing the same clothes he had been wearing last night. Had he been downstairs all this time? The car also looked like it had been parked for a long time. She suddenly remembered the car from last night and then she subconsciously took another look at it. It was as if the car had been in this spot the whole time. And there didn't seem to be many Bugattis in the F City.

Her heart stuttered and she looked up at him. He was staring at her, motionless and unblinking, as if waiting for her to say something. Yet his eyes were so complex as if he had thousands of words to say.

"Mr, Mr. White!" She thought she would hate him, but she was softened by the suspicion that he might be her downstairs all night. 'Leila, you are useless. Was Vincent the kind of man who waits downstairs? Given how direct and tactful he was, he would have been there to kick in the door!'

He was silent. After a long time, he sighed softly. After what seemed like a long, long struggle, he stared at her red, puffy eyelids and spoke slowly, "Have you had breakfast?"

She was stunned!

His deep eyes were fixed on her. A wave of affection flowed through them, adding a touch of intoxicating tenderness to his expression.

Leila's heart beat violently faster.

What did he mean by that? Her face changed and looked more bitter than a bitter gourd. Then she looked at him helplessly, waiting for his next words. She was afraid that it would be ridicule and mockery and hurt again.

"Let's have breakfast together!" He spoke again. He said it so softly and slowly that it sounded tingly in her ears and made Leila's face heat up all of a sudden.

She was unmoved, afraid that this was a dream. As if the dream would shatter if she moved.

She looked at him. The distance between them was so close that Leila seemed to feel his exhaled breath intermingling with her nostrils. She could clearly see his thick eyebrows, his high nose, his tightly pursed lips, and those deep, dark eyes that were so thick they couldn't be read. An occupant passed them by and Leila came back to her senses with a start. She heard herself say one word, "Okay!" This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Their relationship, it seemed, was ambiguous.

Vincent's handsome, domineering face, which made girls afraid to get close, appeared in the early morning when the slanting rain was flying. He stood in front of her as if he had fallen from the sky and asked her, "Shall we have breakfast together?”

He stood there quietly in front of her with one hand in his suit pocket. His suit was slightly creased and his hair was a little unkempt. A few crystalline drops of water in his hair look so mischievous as they move in the wind. He looked like a male protagonist from a comic book, who was melancholic, evil, and handsome.

"Are you going to keep looking at me like this?" He raised an eyebrow.

She was slightly stunned.

"You're going to be late for work today if you don't leave!" He raised his hand and looked at his watch.

Without apology, without another word, he reached out dominantly and took her small hand towards the car. And she seemed to just compromise.

Powerless and helpless.

Until she got into his car, with the drizzle falling, Leila did not dare to ask him if he had been waiting for her here last night. She didn't dare ask, and she was afraid to ask!

Who could tell her what was going on here? If he had really waited here all last night, how should she face him?

The car stopped at a soymilk shop not far from the city hall.

"Let's have some soy milk. I haven't had it for a long time!" Vincent said in a deep voice with no emotion visible on his handsome face.

Leila was even more surprised. Why did he suddenly seem like a different person? This kind of him was too much for her to get used to. She felt like she had suddenly gone from the South Pole to the equator.

At the window seat, Leila sat quietly and remained silent for a long time.

"Why didn't you answer my calls last night?" He blurted out lightly as he glanced at her face.

Leila's body shuddered. The phone rang for a long time at first, and then she turned it off. After the rape she had experienced, she didn't want to answer it, much less know what to say. "I was tired yesterday, and I didn't want to see you."

It was the truth. Because she didn't know if she had the decency to face him without getting hysterical, only that she wouldn't. Because she was really sad and upset.

She took out her phone and turned it on. Lots of alert messages flooded in, from Vincent, from Callum, and from Renee. She scrolled through the screen, looking at them one by one, and found a few more messages from Callum.

‘Leila, where are you? Why have you suddenly disappeared? Are you all right? Call me back when you see the messages!’

‘Leila, it's raining heavily. Have you gone back? Why have you turned off your phone? I'm worried about you. Give me a call back.’

‘Leila, you're such a good dancer. Can I still dance with you? Where are you?’