A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 262

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.

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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.

"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?’