A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 309

“There’s no food.” Leila standing there, wrapped in the bathrobe.

“I’ve bought them.” He pointed at a bag next to the door. There was something in the bag.

Leila turned around and took a glance. Her eyelids were still tickled because she was crying aggrievedly just now. He was starved, but why she must cook for him just because of that? “I’m exhausted. I need to have a rest.”

“I haven’t had dinner yet.” He raised his eyebrows.

She paused and was about to move. Suddenly, she stopped and went to grab the bag, feeling speechless. Then she took the bag into the kitchen. After opening the bag, she found that it wasn’t food in it at all. Instead, it was a gift box with a bow tied around it.

Leila was stunned. Suddenly she ran out of the kitchen. “Mr., Mr. White, you?”

She wanted to ask if that gift was from him to her.

“What about me?” Vincent raised his brows playfully with a faint smile on his face.

“What’s in that bag?” she asked.

“Some food.” He kept smiling playfully.

“No, it’s not. Did you make a mistake?” Although she hasn’t looked into the bag, she was certain that it was not food in it.

“You can take a look at yourself.” Vincent raised his eyebrows again, his eyes deep.

Leila was in a daze. Then she turned around and went back into the kitchen, her heart hammering. She wondered if that was truly a gift. Opening the box carefully, she found there was a pretty mug with the cartoon pattern -- it was Chi-bi Maruko.

“Ah--” Leila exclaimed.

Her heartbeat so fast, her eyes full of surprise.

Vincent sat on the sofa, turned around, and looked over in the direction of the kitchen. His lips were curled up into a gentle smile, which was quite slight but extremely tender.

A mug?

Since the pronunciation of the mug in Chinese sounds like “a lifetime”, it represented the lifetime promise.

‘Mr. White, do you know the meaning of this gift? It represents the lifetime. Do you know it?’ she wondered.

Leila held the mug with her both hands, looking at it carefully. It had a white porcelain base and the lovely round face of Chi-bi Maruko with a red bow-tie and ruby blusher on her face, which looked quite nice. The most important was that he gave her such a gift. It seemed that he hadn’t forgotten about her on his business trip to Japan, had he?

Holding the mug, Leila walked out, feeling uneasy. Her cheeks were ruby, just like those of Chi-bi Maruko on the mug. “Mr. White, have, have you been to Shizuoka?”

“Come here!” His expression had been put away already. Looking at her deeply, he raised his hands.

“Ah--” She stood at the door of the kitchen and distanced from him prudently.

“COME HERE!” he said crossly.

She could only lower her head and walked over with the mug in her hands.

Vincent heaved a sigh helplessly.

“Kiss me.”

She gaped at him in disbelief.

“Just one kiss will be fine.” He was coaxing as well as playing at being cute.

Leila bit her lower lip and looked at him with a blushed face. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and she could see his muscle knots and washboard abs. He didn’t look as disgusting as those bodybuilders nor as loosen as those fat guys. Staring at those clean muscles, she felt a bit embarrassed. Hesitant, she didn’t know what to do.

“Shouldn’t you thank me? I brought you a midnight snack. How do you like the midnight snack of Chi-bi Maruko?” He blinked. Reaching out to take the mug from her hands, he put it on the tea table.

Leila blushed. She whispered, “I like this gift very much. Thank you.”

“You can’t thank me by only saying it. I like something practical.”

“I--” Her face turned red. She could only bend over and pecked on the corner of his mouth.

“Do you call it a kiss?” said Vincent unhappily.

The next second, her lips were sealed by his hot ones -- he practically showed her what a qualified kiss should be like.

Although she knew it wouldn’t be simply a kiss and he would get whatever he wanted in a domineering manner, she still obediently let him kiss and hold her with his palms touching her body restlessly.

After the kiss was finished, her cheeks were ruby and her eyes were blurred. He almost couldn’t help but drag her onto the sofa. They hadn’t had sex for a long time. Although it was just a week, he felt as if it was a century already.

With the desire, he kissed her again. Feeling dizzy, she was pressed under his body.

“Do you like my gift?” He kissed her wildly, his palms touching her lovingly.

“Yes, I do...” She nodded shyly, feeling as if she was burning in a fare. He untied her bathrobe. Immediately, her small hands grabbed his big ones. She muttered, “Shall, shall we go back to the room...”

He chuckled in a low voice. Instead of going back to the bedroom in hurry, he continued to arouse her.

Perhaps it was because they hadn’t had sex for a long time, after exchanging a few kisses, they both had lost control.

“Mr. White...” she called him with moans. The desire accumulated for a whole week finally broke out, and Vincent felt quite joyful both mentally and physically. Looking at her ruby and shy cheeks, he felt as if he had finally found his safe haven.

Vincent sat down at the table. “The chopsticks, please.”

“Have you washed your face? I also put the toothpaste on your toothbrush. Go tidy yourself up.” Knowing that he hadn’t washed his face yet, Leila refused to pass the chopsticks to him, urging him to wash his face first.

“So troublesome!” Vincent looked annoyed, but he still stood up and walked into the bathroom. She hadn’t only put the toothpaste on his toothbrush, but also put his facecloth aside neatly. He felt that her service quality was even higher than that of a five-star hotel.

When he came back to the dining room, Leila had put the chopsticks and spoon for him. “Drink some soybean milk first. It was freshly brewed. I warmed it up just now.”

Looking at the Chinese-styled breakfast on the table, Vincent realized that he hadn’t had it for a long time. He kind of missed them, feeling quite satisfied.

“Mr. White, will you go on a business trip again?” Leila asked while eating, feeling quite overcautious. She still tried her best to relax and kept telling herself that he was her husband, not to be afraid of him, and try to get close to him.

“Nah!”

“Will you go home this evening?” Leila thought that if he would go home, she would buy some ingredients and cook dinner for him.

“Why?” he asked in a harsh tone as he hated to be asked about his whereabouts by women.

“If you’ll go home, I’ll go home earlier and prepare for the dinner.” She was thinking that if her schedule needed to be adjusted, she would make the time of learning taekwondo at noon or in the morning, trying her best to make it available for him so that he wouldn’t be angry.

“I want to eat the ribs,” he said firmly.

Leila was taken aback, wondering if he admitted that he would go home for dinner. With a blink, she immediately nodded. “Okay. I’ll buy them.”

“And the eight-ingredient porridge.”

“Sure. All right!” Leila nodded dully. “What else?”

“Nothing else.” He had finished a big bowl of soybean milk and several deep-fried dough sticks. “Ask the driver to send you over.”

“No, thanks. I’ll go there myself.”

“You are so troublesome, woman! If you don’t listen to me, then fuck off!” He was trying to be nice to her, but she couldn’t understand it. What a fool! He had finished breakfast. Standing up and pulling out a tissue to wipe his mouth, he walked over to the sofa.

“Okay. I got it.” Leila reminded her not to piss him off again.

“I’ll ask the driver to call you,” Vincent added.

“Okay!” Leila nodded, lowering her head to drink the soybean milk.

Vincent frowned. Suddenly, he felt quite good if there was someone cooking breakfast for him in the morning and cooking dinner at night. Although the breakfast was bought outside this morning, it tasted not bad. The most important was that he felt more delighted to bully someone.

After breakfast, Leila did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Then she put on her clothes. Seeing that Vincent was still sitting on the sofa, she was stunned. Then she turned around and didn’t know whether she should leave or not.