The second Vincent left, Pippa looked at Leila and seemed hesitant to speak. After a few seconds, she said âYouâre the woman that Vincent brought to please me, so I brought you this dress. Do you have any idea why he wonât let you wear this yellow gown tonight?â
A hint of bitterness flashed across her eyes, but Leila managed to suppress it.
From Pippaâs tone, Leila felt as though she was nothing but a cheap servant next to Vincent, who was like a king. God knows she didnât want to be with Vincent either. Leila replied, âCan I leave now?â
Pippa was slightly taken by surprise; she didnât expect Leila would talk to herself in such a disdainful manner. For a woman who always held herself in high regards, Pippa suddenly laughed. âHah! Youâve got spirit; I like that! Youâre young, but youâve got spirit. Thatâs cool!â
Leila was surprised herself. For some reason, her face quickly changed colors, like a chameleon.
She liked it? Leila smiled slightly. She didnât need Pippa to like anything. All she wanted was to live a peaceful life, with her family happy. Then itâd all be OK.
âVincent didnât let you wear this yellow gown because he didnât expect that you looked so good in it. He was surprised, and didnât want to let other men see this beautiful side of you. Heâs quite bossy, you know? This black dress is also quite luxurious, and you wonât be the focus of the crowd, so it suits you better. Plus, its matching bag, leggings, and shoes are all prepared too. Go on, take it!â Pippa said a mouthful that made Leilaâs mouth slightly agape.
âWhat, donât you believe me?â Pippa said.
Leila laughed at herself, âMs. Murray, you misunderstood me. Mr. White doesnât care what I wear! Thanks for your thoughtfulness. Iâm leaving now!â
She picked up dress and turned to leave. Was there any woman Vincent actually cared about? Probably not!
âHold on!â Pippa called out again.
Leila turned and asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
âVincentâs gone through a lot to get to where he is today. Lately, heâs been in a bad mood. I know itâs not easy being his woman, but I hope you can bear with him! Donât let him get angry! Heâs been in a bad mood, but heâs quite tired too.â
Leila smiled; bear with him? Hasnât she bore with him enough yet? But what caused him to be so tired?
And what right did Pippa have to tell her all this?
Leila didnât understand the meaning behind Pippaâs words, but she could tell that the relationship between Pippa and Vincent was not like that of a couple, but more like old friends. She said nothing, turned around, and headed out.
Pippa looked on as Leila left, and she was deep in thought.
It didnât matter what kind of relationship the two of them had.
From afar, Leila saw Vincentâs figure standing beside his Bugatti, smoking. There seemed to be a deep sadness in his eyes as his gaze looked at the night sky. Who knew what he was pondering.
Itâs this kind of cold attitude that drove strangers away.
The clouds of smoke hovered around his face, which made his expression look even more moody. The air about him seemed incredibly chilly. As Leila walked over toward him, Vincentâs eyes narrowed.
âPlopâ with a soft sound, he threw the cigarette to the ground, and put it out with his foot.
Leila couldnât tell what was wrong, but she could feel that there was something on his mind.
Vincent didnât say anything as he opened the car door for her with a sulky face. Leila quickly got in, then Vincent hurriedly got into the car, stepped on the gas pedal, and sped away.
Vincent brought her again to his personal suite in the hotel.
The second they entered, he began to make calls and left Leila alone. Leila hung the dress on a coat hanger and sat on the sofa. Pretty soon, she fell asleep.
These days, she had been living alone in the villa. With its large rooms, it was extremely quiet, which frightened her at times. She didnât sleep well each night, as if she always worried about something.
Vincent was on the phone for at least half an hour. Once he hung up, he was surprised to find out that Leila had fallen asleep. He squinted in dissatisfaction and headed over to the sofa with an air of danger about him, ready to forcefully wake her up.
But the second he saw her beautiful face as she slept, he suddenly stopped.
She looked incredibly cute as she slept. She had long eyelashes and slightly pursed lips, but there seemed to be traces of wrinkles on her forehead, as if she was deep in worry. She has worries?!
Vincentâs eyes flashed. He already felt irritated, so he suddenly bit down hard on her lips.
âAh-â Leila was awakened by the pain and let out a small yelp. As she came about her senses, her sight focused and saw Vincentâs handsome face before her. She then lamented again at her situation.
Vincent let her lips go, but his face was still inches away from hers. Leilaâs face could feel his breath as he exhaled.
âMr. White-â Leila placed a small hand on his tie, her eyes wide open.
Vincent looked down at her and said in a prideful tone, âWho said you can fall asleep?â
Looking at his beautiful face and the hostility in his eyes, Leila tilted her head backwards, revealing her slender, white neck, âMr. White, is there something you need me to do?â
If there was some task, she could stay awake to do it. But he said nothing, and brought her here. Also, he was gone for a week without a word. She didnât even know what he was doing during that time. Her eyes looked down at his tie, and she spotted an obvious red lipstick mark. Just where did he go off to have a good time again?
Thinking about this, her tone became tough, and she was no longer afraid of the temper in his eyes. âIf you donât have any work for me to do, Iâm going to sleep; Iâm incredibly tired!â
Vincent smiled angrily, âOh, thereâs work; give me a massage!â
The second he finished speaking, he pulled her up and began to undo his tie.
âMassage?â Leila confusedly asked.
âYes! Canât you do it?â He raised his eyebrow.
âMr. White, Iâm not a professional masseur, Iâm afraid my massage wonât help you much. How about I call for a masseur?â Leila smiled bitterly; she never expected Vincent to exploit her like this. He was doing this purposefully.
âIt has to be you; are you trying to be lazy? How much does it cost to get a masseur? Why should I pay for one when I have one for free? Do you think Iâm made of money? Iâll have you know that it took me blood an sweat to make the money I have today. Why do you get to spend it thriftily?â
Vincent cracked a smile; he was surprised she dared suggested getting a masseur.
âII didnât!â Leila felt wronged. Why did he get to go have a merry time, and make her help him massage to relax?
âThen hurry up and get over here!â Vincent said as he walked towards the large bed.
Leilaâs face looked ill; she unwillingly followed. She pursed her lips, but still said, âComing!â
Vincent took off all his clothes and had nothing on but a pair of briefs. He lied on the bed and said, âMassage my back first!â
Looking at him lying in bed like this, Leilaâs eyes widened. There was no denying that his body looked perfect, with his impeccable muscles and no loose fat at all. The briefs covered his tight, sturdy buttocks, and below were his slender, powerful legs...
Leilaâs face suddenly began to turn red...
She swallowed her saliva, then glared at him again. At the exact same moment, he suddenly turned around to look at her.
Frightened, she suddenly looked down and said with a hint of guilt, âOK!â
There was a mixture of emotions on his expression. His face was still stone cold, but there seemed to be a hint of warmth and kindness in his eyes.
âSit on my waist!â
âAh-â As soon as she crawled onto the bed, his sudden command made her fall face flat with her nose on his waist. It hurt!
âShit!â Feeling a jab on his waist, Vincent took a deep breath, turned backwards and flipped Leila around, until he rested on top of her with his breath inches from her nose. He said with a temper, âItâs fine if you donât want to give me a massage, but trying to get revenge like this?â
Leila was frightened as she was suddenly suppressed and questioned by him in an alarming tone. Feeling afraid, she rebuked, âI didnât mean to; who told you to speak in such a scary way?â
âMy fault for speaking in a scary way?â Vincent suddenly looked down and seemed about to get pissed, âWhat did I say?â
âYou, you told me to sit on your waist!â She shyly repeated what he said. As she did, she could feel her face turn red, all the way to her ears.
Suddenly, he began to roar in laughter. âAre you sure you were scared by my tone, and not doing it on purpose?â
Leila looked up at him. Just moments before, she could feel his anger. Now, he was laughing hysterically. She was certain, he must have gone crazy!
To the point of no return.
âHurry up and give me a massage, weâve still got a banquet to attend later!â Vincent playfully began to look at Leilaâs shirt collar, then he spotted one of the buttons across her breast was unbuttoned, slightly revealing her white bra underneath. His eyes widened, and he asked in a flirtatious manner, âHow about we have sex?â
âAh- No-â Leila realized he was staring at her breast, and suddenly lost her senses and shouted, âPervert!â
âPervert?â Vincent was stunned; this was the first time a woman called him a pervert, and he was quite displeased at the accusation.
A Moment in Destiny ï¤Chapter 258 Rivals The convenient Bride ï¤Chapter 414: There Is Nothing Happier Than This (Ending)
Predestined Marriage ï¤Chapter 1718: The End Leila struggled and pushed him.
âWhy am I a pervert?â Vincent clamped her jaw and forced her to look at him, âYouâre my wife! So what if Iâm perverted toward you? The law gives me the right to do so!â
Leila began to panic, but she couldnât escape his grasp, âMr. White, donât!â
In her panicked state, she was holding her breath, but he maliciously exhaled a large breath of air on her, âDonât what?â
Leila suddenly felt the back of her head propped by his hand, then his lips suddenly came down and sealed her lips completely!
Oh god!
Leila was in a daze!
She didnât want this kind of foreplay, this kind of teasing; is that so much to ask for?