A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 238 Sleeping Together

Leila felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and now that he looked enigmatic, she could only hope for the best, “Vincent, I’ll get you some tea!”

After she spoke, she hurried into the kitchen without waiting for his reply. She made a cup of tea, placed it on a beautiful tray, came back and put it on the table, “Vincent, please have some tea!”

Vincent glanced at the teacup on the table with a clear, cold gaze. Suddenly, he looked up sharply, and his stare made Leila slightly afraid of what would happen next. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Did it mean that it was only Vincent and her who would be in this huge White Residence tonight?

“I, I’ll go and prepare the bathwater for you.” Then, she ran upstairs, leaving again. The bedsheet in the master room had already been changed, but upon thinking that another woman had slept on this bed, Leila could not help but get goosebumps all over her body.

After Leila cleaned and filled the bathtub with water, she turned around and saw a slender figure standing by the bathroom door.

“Ah—” It startled her. Did Vincent not make any sound when he walked?

Leila’s hands trembled a little. She looked up and instantly looked down again, “Vincent, the bathwater will be ready soon!”

However, Vincent just looked at her. His dark eyes were just staring at her.

Leila could not help but murmur, “Are you not going to shower?”

Vincent just stared at her in silence.

She moved back into the corner, raised her hand to her forehead and said with difficulty, “You just came back from a business trip. You will feel better after taking a bath!”

Without a word, he began to remove his tie, took off his blazer and threw it directly to her. Leila could only catch the blazer, followed by the tie and dress shirt thrown to her.

She walked towards the door, wanting to leave the space for him.

“Vin—” He blocked her path.

Leila wanted to say something, but upon seeing his dark expression, she could only shut up.

When he was silent, she realized that he had an intriguing aura capable of arousing fear in others.

However, she was even more afraid of him when he smiled because she felt that it was far more tarrying than when he had a dark expression on his face.

She had a pair of slippers on and was standing before Vincent, who was also wearing home slippers. Even with that, her height only reached somewhere slightly under his chin, and it made her feel a strange sense of oppression.

With his clothes in her arms, she wanted to leave the bathroom, but he stood at the door and blocked her way.

Leila’s gaze flickered subconsciously to his sturdy, bronze-skinned chest, layered with a sheen of seductiveness under the warm, yellow lights of the bathroom.

“Vincent, I’m going to the laundry room to wash your clothes!” She gave him an excuse in hopes that he would let her leave.

She lifted her foot and was about to leave but was pulled back by him. It caused Leila to lose her balance and fell to the left side of the bathroom. With her round eyes, she threw him a glare. His action frightened her, and when she wanted to open her mouth to speak, his lips landed on hers swiftly.

Her back was against the wall, her mind was blank, but her lips were warm. She didn’t know how to explain the feeling, and the clothes in her arms fell amidst his attack. Vincent licked and sucked on her lips, then suddenly looked into her eyes, “Are you ready?”

Leila was trapped between his arms, unable to come back to her senses after a while, and it allowed him to kiss her again. Finally, she realized what was happening and quickly turned her head to the side to avoid him, “Wait..”

Vincent had his arms wrapped around her, “What?”

She reached out her hand, wanting to push him back a little, but as soon as her hand touched his chest which was burning, she retracted her hand instinctively as if it burned her, “Vincent!”

Leila understood what he meant by being ready. She was ready, but right now, she didn’t really know what to do in such a situation. She didn’t know whether her preparation was right or wrong!

Vincent stared at her in silence. His dark and bright eyes reflected her small face in them.

She laughed awkwardly, “Sorry, Vincent. If you want to hear the truth, then my answer for you is to look for someone else. I’ll be grateful as long as you leave a clean and untainted bed for me.”

He was mad, and his expression turned dark and gloomy.

Leila removed his arms from her, turned and picked up the clothes from the floor before escaping the scene. Due to her hurried footsteps, she slipped again and fell to the ground.

Vincent was initially mad, but upon seeing her current state, he couldn’t help but release a chuckle before he approached her and helped her stand. There was a hint of a smile on his face, unlike the usual gloom he had on his face, “Why are you running?”

It was embarrassing to death, and her whole face was flushing red, “I’m going to wash your clothes!”

“Then wait and wash my pants too!” He spoke, and without hesitation, started to remove his belt, then all of the remaining pieces of clothes he had on in front of her eyes.

“Ahh—” Leila widened her eyes in shock and roared in a low voice, “How can you do this?”

She saw his dick amidst a dense, black forest, and in shock, her mouth shaped into an ‘O’. While she was screaming, she turned around and wanted to run away in shame.

It turned out that a man’s private part looked like that. Leila’s pretty face was blushing red, and her round, bright eyes were flickering. Her instinct was to run, but she was too astonished to do so and just stay rooted on the spot.

It was Leila’s first time seeing his bare body, and it was also her first time to look at a man like this. He had honey, golden complexion, a close-to-perfect body proportion, and a little Vincent that could not be ignored. Right now, it was erected, standing tall and proud.

“So, are you satisfied with what you are seeing?” Vincent smirked, reaching out his hand to hold Leila’s chin tightly. The friction from his rough fingertips on her skin caused her to tremble.

Leila couldn’t help but suck in a breath. Her wide, teary eyes stared at him angrily in embarrassment while her face flushed redder uncontrollably, “Get your hands off me!”

Although she was furious, she was also flustered from being unable to break free of his restraint at all.

Vincent bowed his head down and closer to Leila’s reddened face, his warm breath fanning her face. His dark, burning eyes never left her face for a moment since the beginning, and then without warning, he lowered his head and locked lips with her.

“No—” As soon as she opened her mouth, Vincent, who was initially only pressing his lips to hers, started to put in more force and took advantage of this opening to attack her mouth with his tongue. With the clothes in her hands, Leila tried to use them as a barrier between their bodies and subconsciously closed her eyes to her cover up her worry and shame…

“Mmf—” Leila suddenly frowned and released a scream, though it was muffled and her body tightened because of the pain. There were even tears hanging by her eyelashes.

Vincent’s gaze turned deep and gloomy instantly before he slowly revealed a satisfied, sly smile.

“Open your eyes!” He ordered in a low voice.

Without a choice, Leila timidly opened her eyes and met his burning, blazing black pupils again. He said faintly, “I hate pretentious women. Since you looked at me daringly, you need to take responsibility for that.”

“I didn’t mean to see it!” Leila’s face was burning hot at this point, and right at the moment he released her, she dashed outside as if a ghost was chasing behind her.

At the sight of her who left in a hurry, Vincent furrowed his brows, whereas his eyes were gloomy. With the madness that came from within, he licked his lower lip as if to reminisce the gentle taste from earlier. Then, he turned and stepped into the bathtub, but he seemed to be stuck in his thoughts.

On the other hand, Leila ran downstairs in a breath, and her face was now as red as a tomato. She took a deep breath after escaping from a risky situation. They almost –

She shook her head and placed the suit in a special dry-cleaning machine, then started to handwash his dress shirt and boxer.

His boxer was black, and at the sight of it, her face started burning again, which even extended to her ears.

Indeed, she had imagined washing her husband’s clothes before, but she had never thought that the man would be Vincent White. It felt like she was truly his wife, and it was a habit of hers to wash her husband’s clothes every day.

The buzzing sound of the dry-cleaning machine came, and it concealed a particular emotion within Leila.

Her tiny hands carefully washed his boxer, and she did it with even more seriousness than when she was washing her own. After draining it with clean water about 20 times, then only did she wrung it dry, ironed it before leaving it to dry.

It took more than an hour to wash and iron a set of clothes, but she didn’t realize it at all, until the smell of cigarette smoke travelled from the door of the laundry room, then only did she turn around quickly and saw a handsome figure leaning lazily at the door. He had a cigarette lit between two of his fingers and was breathing in and out mists of clouds. The faint smoke enveloped his impeccable, perfect face, and it made him exude a gloomy kind of sexiness.

“Vincent?”

Vincent narrowed his eyes and smirked. That should count as a smile, right? That was a gentle, tender, royal-like smile.

However, Leila seemed to catch a whiff of danger in the air.

She swallowed her saliva and did not dare to speak anymore while her heart thumped uncontrollably.

And Vincent, on the other hand, was casually holding a cigarette as he stood at the door to the laundry room. His dangerous gaze was locked on Leila’s face. He was unreadable.

This kind of Vincent made Leila anxious as she started to hold her hands tightly together.

Then, Vincent walked over to her, and his tall figure hovered over her petite body.

Suddenly, Leila felt an invisible, unprecedented pressure on her. She had no place to escape to and could only lift her head and meet his eyes bravely. If he wanted to have sex with her, what can she do?

In Vincent’s bright, predatory-like eyes, a trace of secrecy flashed across but was soon replaced by indifference. He just stared at her for a few seconds without saying a word before he turned and left.

Leila only looked at his leaving figure. A moment ago, although his gaze was cold, there was a thoughtful look that was difficult for her to read.

And he left just like that, without even saying anything.

Leila stood on the spot in a daze and gently tugged the corners of her lips. What was his real motive for marrying her?

At night.

Leila went to another guest room.

Upon entering the room, she let out a yawn then climbed into bed.

Sometime after she slept, she suddenly felt that the bed became more occupied. It was a comfortable and warm presence, which made Leila scooted over subconsciously. The smell was pleasant and could calm her down.

Her forehead felt slightly itchy, and it made her open her eyes, only to find that there was one more person on her bed, and it wasn’t anyone else but Vincent White! As for why her forehead was itchy, it was because it was touching his stubbled chin.

“Ah—” She screamed, “Why are you here?”

“To sleep!” He peeked open one of his beautiful and deep eyes while the other one was still tightly shut. He threw her a sideway glance before closing his eyes again.

Leila was terrified. She never expected Vincent to sleep in the same bed as her, and he was even cuddling her.

“If you don’t want to sleep, we can do something else!”

“Ah! I’m already asleep!” Leila was so frightened that she closed her eyes immediately while her heart was beating crazily.