A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 273 The Kissing Incident

Oh my god!

The clear water suddenly turned bloody red and was still steaming. The scalding hot water made her hand swell up instantly. Leila immediately began to run the clothes through cold water. By the time the water turned lukewarm and she retrieved the clothes, she was shocked.

The clothes had shrunk!

Why was she so unlucky? Why was it always her? Even if she sold herself, there was no way she could get enough to afford an Armani? Oh god, how could she possibly return this to Arthur?

She ruined the clothes!

Just by washing it!

But at least it was clean, so she hung it up to dry.

She was about to take a break when the school called and told her to meet up at the school on Monday. She was an intern right now; her paperwork at the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office was still pending, so everything had to wait until she got her graduation certificate in July.

She took an afternoon nap. By the time she woke up, it was late in the evening, she didn’t even know what time it was.

She looked around until she heard an engine roar from the yard. She turned on the lights, and saw Vincent get out of his Bugatti.

She was still stunned; he had returned! In the afternoon, who knew what he and her sister discussed. Thinking about this, she suddenly felt an ache in her heart.

Vincent had finished his dinner with Arthur; as he drove in, he noted there were no lights in the house. He thought that Leila wasn’t home, until he saw a light suddenly turn on upstairs.

He looked up in that direction and saw the tiny figure by the window. He was expressionless. Then, he headed toward the house!

Leila seemed to have noticed him looking up at her direction.

She balled up her hair and headed downstairs.

“Mr. White…” Leila shouted in a soft tone.

“Here!” He replied, looked at his watch, and raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t eat yet?”

Leila nodded and quickly replied in panic, “I took a nap; have you ate yet? I thought you were going on a business trip?”

She asked a whole string of questions; Leila suddenly realized that she was too wordy!

Vincent said nothing; he removed his coat and hung it up. He turned around and sat down on the sofa in a tired manner. Maybe he was too tired from having spent the entire afternoon with her sister?

Leila stood by on the side quietly; then she turned to fetch a glass of water. “Want a drink of water?”

He took the glass but said nothing. He downed the water in one gulp, then handed her the empty glass. He then looked up at her in a slightly cold manner and said, “Did you go in the office today?”

“Yes!” She nodded. Though she felt a bit ill, she didn’t show it. She spoke lightly, “My sister asked me to get her some clothes!”

“So you went?” He raised his voice and looked at her coldly; his eyes were sharply fixed on her distressed face.

“Yes!”

“If she told you to go die, would you?” He nearly shouted; he pursed his lips then asked, “Leila, tell me, what’s your last name now?”

Leila blinked in confusion. She looked at his eyes, then said softly, “My last name is White!”

She did not forget that she was married to him now. Now, her last name was White, the same as his!

He was silent as he glanced at her small face. With her hair tied, her sexy white neck’s curves were exposed and alluring. Her tiny face had an expression of uneasiness. Her miserable look made him retract his gaze, as if he was satisfied by her reply.

He did not say anymore and stood up. As he passed by her, he paused. He had a kinder look in his eyes, but for some reason, it gave Leila the creeps. “Good, I like your answer!” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Leila turned around and slightly pulled away. She always felt more nervous whenever they’re too close. And thinking about what her sister said, she unconsciously wanted to hide.

He headed toward the kitchen. Leila looked on as he took something out of the fridge. Suddenly, her mind was only filled with Vincent’s handsome face and his deep eyes as she watched him begin to wash vegetables. What a completely unfamiliar sight!

He was going to cook!

Leila hurriedly scampered into the kitchen, “Mr. White, let me cook!”

He looked tired; besides, she already rested in the afternoon, and it was nine o’clock at night already. Did he not eat yet?

Vincent was still washing the vegetables, then he frowned, turned around, and said, “Get out!”

“Let me cook, you go take a rest!” She anxiously said.

“Get out!” He said again. He took a step forward, and his domineering presence stifled her. With their distance pulled closer, she could hear him breathing and even count his eyelashes. Looking into his deep gaze, she felt her heart beat faster and her face turned redder.

Vincent seemed to note that he was a bit too pushy and serious. He took a few seconds, then softened his expression and tone, then quickly said, “The only thing you have to do these days is rest!”

She looked at him in surprise; her face was even redder. Was he trying to take care of her because she was going through her menstrual period?

Her timid expression and pink lips made Vincent unwittingly move closer to her. With his handsome face so close to her, Leila was frightened, and her slightly agape lips were suddenly sealed by his kiss. He placed a palm behind her head to pull her in closer for a kiss.

There was a faint, pleasant smell of tobacco smoke. She was enshrouded by his aura. Her eyes widened in surprise as he reached his tongue into her mouth and tingled at her lips. She wanted to fight it, but his large hand behind her head fixed her in place. “No… uh…”

Her tiny hands pushed against his wide, sturdy chest. In his domineering embrace, her struggle efforts were futile. His kiss was overbearing with a strong desire. Her lips turned red and swollen from his biting, and became even more tempting.

Vincent could feel Leila’s nervousness as she trembled, and he couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. The pleasurable sensations made him let out a small grunt of satisfaction. As their bodies braced together, it was as though they were a match made by heaven.

Gradually, he began to kiss in a softer manner, and his lips softly wrapped around her tongue.

Leila could feel the heat radiating off his body! And his lips made her tremble, as her eyes started to become hazy and a feeling insider her began to stir.

At first, she thought that it was just a temporary phase. Who would have thought that he’d step up his kissing game. First, he was kissing violently, then he turned gentle, and then finally, he became gentle with a hint of force.

His kiss felt like feathers brushing against her lips. His tongue continued to tease and tempt her as they entered repeatedly into her mouth.

His long fingers weaved into her hair, and he felt her hair slither through his fingers like running water. His hands gradually began to circle down to her back, then further down.

Vincent couldn’t resist the temptation to grab her slim waist. Then he moved his fingers down to her ass. Leila’s eyes became wide, which turned him on even more. His lips were like fire that ignited her. She pressed her hand against his chest to try and stop his fiery passion.

But he tightly grabbed her ass and pushed her toward his abs. Her breathing began to hasten and her chest rose and fell quickly. But her lips were tightly sealed by his, making her unable to even make a sound.

Leila continued to struggle. With the last ounce of her senses, she knew she had to escape his hand that grabbed her ass. She released her hold against his chest, but then he pulled her even closer into his zone.

Her chest was pressed against his; his muscular chest and her soft, plump chest rubbing together made them both let out a breath.

Leila began to retract, but his large body leaned forward in unison, until they were by the pool.

It was so hot; they both felt incredibly hot from each other’s body temperature.

Leila was sensitive to the different experience. It felt as though her whole body was being burned at the stake, but it also ignited a strong flame of passion within her.

She couldn’t do anything but to accept his passionate hug and kisses.

His dick had already turned rock hard and pressed against her abdomen.

Suddenly, Vincent realized how inappropriate the situation was. His breathing was chaotic, so he relaxed a bit. He looked down at her, then said in a raspy voice, “Go wait for dinner!”

Leila hit the ground, and her face was red. She held her head down, and quickly turned and left the room. She was in such a hurry she nearly ran into the wall on her way out.

Oh my god!

They had such an intense moment in the kitchen! She felt his sensitivity, but she was perplexed. Wasn’t he with her sister in the afternoon? What made him suddenly become so caring? Was he always such an energetic man?

Leila felt as though her face was on fire. Her tiny, short breaths were hardly enough to calm her racing heart. Her fingers unconsciously moved to touch her lips. They were swollen and hot!

She stood on the stairs like a fool for half an hour. Every now and then, she touched her swollen lips, and her lips would subconsciously form into a smile.

When Vincent came out and saw her standing foolishly on the stairs, his eyebrow raised, “What are you doing?”

“Ah-” Leila suddenly came to her senses, and saw him standing there by the foot of the stairs like a god with a puzzled look on his face. Her face flushed red again and the corner of her lips were raised, but she said nothing.

Leila subconsciously licked her lips; this simple act was seen by Vincent, which made his desires start to stir again.

“Time to eat!” He said in a low voice. It was a good thing she was on her period, or else he didn’t know whether he could control his animal instincts.

Leila tightly gripped the corners of her clothes and headed down the stairs without a word.

Vincent said nothing. When she passed by him, she could still catch the slight smell of his cigarette on his body. With her flushed face, she didn’t dare raise her head.

She headed over to the dinner table and spotted two dishes and soup. The dishes looked incredibly delectable, as if made by a master chef.

Leila was in awe.

Vincent headed over and handed her a wet towel. “Wipe your hands!”

She took the towel and realized that it was still warm. Suddenly, she noted how thoughtful he was. In order to let her avoid cold water, he even heated the towel, enough to warm her deep down into her heart.