A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 326

Leila's heart jerked, 'Did Mom call him over? Is Mom not agreeing to their divorce? Is Mom still making a last ditch effort?'

"You can go now!" She said in a cold voice.

"I haven't eaten the ribs yet!" He said, still looking into her eyes. "I won't leave until I eat the ribs Mrs. Hunter cooked!"

"You're not welcome in our home, please leave now!" Leila continued.

"Stop it, Leila!" Vincent sighed and bent over to hug Leila’s body tightly. He rested his chin ambiguously on her shoulder, and his lips curled up in a faint smile, somewhat ambiguous and somewhat satisfying.

His warm breath was exhaled next to her ear, Leila abruptly stiffened her body and cursed herself with chagrin. Her first reaction should be to push him away, but at this moment in his embrace, she was actually too weak to have any strength at all.

"Vincent, you, what exactly are you doing here?" Leila stopped struggling and spoke in frustration, "Can you stop breathing into my ear? It's itchy."

Vincent seemed very satisfied with Leila's reaction, the smile in his eyes deepened, and there was more laughter in his ringing voice, "You answer my question first, and then I'll answer yours."

"What's your question?" Leila turned from his embrace and asked hesitantly.

"Why do you want a divorce?" At this moment, Vincent's smile was warm and gentle, and the gaze he looked at Leila was so gentle that it could ripple out.

"I won't be used by you. I don't want to be a pawn and be manipulated by you!"

"Who has manipulated you?"

"You and your mom!"

"Leila, you're very smart." Vincent raised the corners of his lips in approval. He had never expected that such an outburst from her would make her look more charming; it wasn't good for a woman to be too soft.

"Let go of me!" Leila squirmed her body slightly, trying to move her body away from his embrace. However, unfortunately, his hands were tightly wrapped around her, causing her not to have an ounce of room to turn around. Leila couldn't help but frown.

Noticing Leila's resistant movements, Vincent looked down and met her uplifted gaze. The smile in his eyes became even deeper, and the hand around her waist opened slightly, caressing her slender waist.

"Get out of my room right now, this is my house! I don't want to see you!" Leila abruptly straightened up her body and growled in anger. A faint blush stained her cheeks, what was she being shy about? She cursed herself inwardly and glared angrily at the mildly smiling Vincent once again. She was about to divorce him, what the hell was she so shy about?

Also, what did he mean by smiling like that?

Her puzzled gaze was cast upon Vincent's handsome side face. His cheeks were well angled, as if they had been meticulously chiseled while the features on his face are profound and well-defined, exuding a compelling charm. Especially the faint smile at the corner of his mouth made him look so gentle and elegant at the moment, but she could feel the wisdom and severity contained in his smile.

"It doesn't matter, I just want to see you!" He insisted.

"Then get out of here!" Leila's voice began to be shrill.

"You've become more temperamental!" His tone remained unhurried, like he didn't have the slightest temper, and such him made Leila even more fearful and unfamiliar.

"What's the point of you doing this? I already know there's hatred between you and my dad, that's your business, and I really don't want to get involved right now!" Leila pursed her lips, not wanting to say any more.

Vincent's intense gaze fell on Leila's face. "I won't agree to a divorce!"

"Why?"

"Just don't agree with it!"

"Under what circumstances would you agree?"

"Not until I die!"

Leila was rendered speechless.

Leila didn't say anything, her eyes fixed on him, and she saw unexpectedly that his injured hand was wrapped in bandages, which seemed to be serious. Her heart suddenly sank, she felt slightly distressed, but said nothing.

Noticing her glance at his hand, Vincent simply stretched it out and showed it to her completely. "My hand is injured!"

It looked very serious, and Leila saw that his palm was also bandaged, while the wound seemed to be leaking blood into the bandage. She frowned and looked away, pretending not to see it, but in fact she was still very worried inside.

He was stunned for a moment, but then the corners of his mouth gradually curled upward. "I've bled a lot, my hand was pierced by a wine glass!"

"It's none of my business!" She said coldly, but her eyes turned to him anyway, and she saw him removing the bandages. His palm was covered with many large and small cuts and stab wounds. She stared at them several times and it looked like she was in more pain than the injured him.

Vincent gazed at her, contentedly enjoying her expression as she worried about him.

"I'm not a doctor!" Leila said stubbornly. "Hurry up and go to the hospital, don't linger around at my house!"

Looking at her squirming look, he wanted to laugh so much and couldn't help but let his smile creep onto his face.

"Get out of here right away!"

"Mrs. Hunter asked me to call you downstairs for dinner. It's just the three of us eating together today, so if you don't want to upset her, come down right now!" He finished his words softly and began to wrap a bandage around his hand.

"I'll go downstairs first and wait for you to eat!" Leaving these words, he got up and left.

Leila closed her eyes, her mind was in a tumult for a long time. Her heart was suddenly irritated due to Vincent's phrase "not until I die", but these words also made her feel strange all of a sudden. Why did he refuse to divorce? Didn't Mrs. White also say that they would divorce sooner or later?

Leila was lying in bed when she heard her phone ring. It was an unfamiliar number, she answered the phone and soon heard a man's voice. "Leila Ross?"

The voice was solemn and gave a vague sense of oppression, in which there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction as well. Leila frowned and asked, "I am Leila. May I ask who you are?"

"Leila, I thought you would be a good student, but I never thought that being free, lazy, disorganized, undisciplined is your original style of doing things."

"Coach Koby?" Leila was stunned.

"I should call you Leila Hunter now, right?" Coach Koby's solemn voice came again, "Will you be attending the practice at the dojo today?"

"Sorry, Coach Koby, I'll attend today!" Leila suddenly remembered that she was still studying taekwondo in the dojo. "I'm going now!"

After hanging up the phone, Leila immediately got up, grabbed her handbag, and went downstairs.

The dishes were already served on the table while Leila hurriedly headed towards the door.

Vincent and Mabel were both startled. "Where are you going?"

"Mom, I have something to do, so I'll skip dinner!" Leila didn't even give Vincent a look and headed straight outside.

"Where are you going?" Vincent asked in a deep voice.

Leila was shocked, but replied coldly, "Where I go has nothing to do with you!"

"Leila!"

"Mom, I'm going!"

"Where the hell are you going?" Vincent grabbed her hand. Leila struggled violently and Vincent's hand was shaken off by her.

"I have something to do!"

"Leila, whatever you're going to do, you have to finish eating before you leave!" Mabel had no choice but to speak up to ease the tension.

"No, I'm already late. I'll eat when I come back tonight!" Leila dropped these words and walked out.

"It's -" Mabel was embarrassed.

"Mom, I'm going after her!" Vincent grabbed his jacket and followed her out.

Mabel sighed quietly as she faced the table of dishes alone. Her brow furrowed and she looked out the door with some concern.

Vincent chased out a few steps and then picked up Leila in his arms.

"Ah-" Leila shouted sharply. "Let go of me!"

In what capacity did he come after her and pick her up? She was going to divorce him, okay?

With a snap, Vincent's hand slapped her on the buttocks. "It's hard to dissipate my anger without beating you. Where are you going? Why didn't you tell me?"

"This has nothing to do with you!" Leila shouted. This man was unreasonable, yes, he was never reasonable, and she didn't even know how his business was so successful. He looked like a child when he threw a tantrum, not like a thirty-year-old man in any way! Casually picking someone up outside? And dared to spank her!

"Really?! Nothing to do with me? You dare to say it's nothing to do with me!" With that, he had strode to the car, opened the door and shoved her into the car.

But Leila got up and felt like fleeing, and he pressed her down in one fell swoop. "Let's see what will happen if you dare to run away!"

Although Leila always had a good temper, at this moment, she also flew into a rage!

"Vincent, you can't imprison me! I'm telling you, I have my personal freedom!"

"Did you say where you are going? I'll take you there!" He yelled, not letting her go no matter what. The two of them were in the passenger seat, and he pressed against her in a not so nice position.

She was infuriated. "I won't tell you!"

Leila decided to make no bones about it today, "I just won't tell you, who you think you are? Do you think you're great? Because you're rich, you're great? Don't you expect to manipulate me, I'm not your pawn!"

For some reason, Vincent actually found her a bit funny. She was as docile as a rabbit, but she could also bite when she was anxious! It was so interesting. It seemed that she was really anxious this time. But, why did he get happier the more anxious she was. "What's wrong with being a pawn? It's an honor for you to be my pawn!"

"Fuck my honor!" Leila pushed him violently and simply scratched him haphazardly. Whatever, Arthur said that it was proper for women to scratch when fighting, and it just so happens that her nails hadn't been cut, so she reached out and scratched him ruthlessly.

When Vincent saw that she was really anxious and her hand was actually going to scratch his face, he immediately grabbed her hand. Ignoring the wound on his hand, he held her tightly and confined her hand to the top of her head. "Listen to me!"

Leila's eyes widened as she looked at the smile in his eyes. When Leila figured it out, she was even more furious. He had simply forced her to be anxious on purpose.

"You want to make me anxious, don't you? Vincent, I didn't provoke you, why do you treat me like this?!" With that, Leila pushed him violently without knowing where she got the strength.

"Are you crazy!?" Vincent, seeing that the situation was not right and that Leila seemed to be really out of control, shouted for her to stop. However, he was still pushed away by Leila and due to the small space, his head touched the windshield.

Fortunately, Vincent reacted quickly and immediately pinned Leila underneath him again.

"Let go of me!"

"Stay quiet! ~" He locked the car door and climbed from the passenger seat to the driver's seat. When Leila saw that the car door wouldn't open, she had already lost control and simply jumped on Vincent, pounding on him. "Let me out!"

"Do you hate me that much?!" Suddenly, his heart was actually not happy at all when he got her into such a mess. Looking at her with tears overflowing and shouting out of control, his heart actually ached for her. Letting her push and shove on him, Vincent put down his previous dominance and asked in a low voice.

"Yes! You're right, I hate you so much!" Leila shouted.

He fell into silence, the wound on his hand was bleeding again because of her struggle and scratching just now.

Leila struggled for a while, and when she saw that he was not moving, she lost her strength.