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A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 273

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!”

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.

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