A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 255

Manager Billy retreated quietly. A tall man bolted into the room. Before Leila found out, the door was closed.

The tall man came in and stood behind Leila. She seemed to feel something. So she turned and screamed. "What, what are you doing here? "

Where was Manager Billy?

When did he leave? Why didn't she know?

When she looked at him from a close range, she saw bleary red eyes from lack of sleep. The bags under his eyes were heavy, and his eyes were sunken and black-ringed. It seemed that he had not slept for a long time. Although his chin was clean and smooth, he was enervated by fatigue.

"This is my room." He said in a deep voice, looking at her.

"Well." Leila panicked. How could this be his room? "I'm going out now."

"Who allows you to go out?" He raised his eyebrows.

Leila was puzzled even more, and said, "I’ll go to work."

He did not say anything, she found that she dared not leave, and he seemed to be particularly weary.

"Haven't you had a rest for a long time?" Leila can't help but ask. No other meaning, she was just concerned about him even if they are strangers, not to mention that they were still husband and wife.

He looked at her solemnly. She wondered what had happened to him?

The expression on his face, which she had never seen in so many years since she knew him, seemed to be very tired. It seemed that he was caught by severe pain. The pathos in his eyes scared her.

He did not evade, and looked at her for a long time with silence.

She was flustered, she hasn’t seen him for a week, was he busy with business or affairs?

She couldn't imagine, so she bowed her head and said in a low voice, "Take a rest. You look very tired. Aren't you going to attend the meeting this afternoon? You can’t do it in low spirits. I'm going to work.”

She wanted to go out and walked past him, but before she made her first move, he had already stretched out his strong arms and hugged her. He took her to the luxurious bed, "Lie down with me and have a rest."

"No!" She didn't want to sleep with him while at work, or to be seen with her clothes in disarray, because she didn't have time to change.

Suddenly, he blocked her lips with his, swallowed her crying completely, and felt her body temperature and her existence through hugging. But he just kissed her and hugged her, that's all.

He held her, as if deliberately did not let her head touch the pillow, she frowned, wondering why he would put her on her side, maybe because her head was hurt, and the bump was on the back of her head.

He hugged her tightly, his face buried in her chest. A minute later, when Leila was strengthless, his deep breath came and he fell asleep!

But his hands still tightly clasped her waist, such a handsome face lying on her chest, eyes closed tightly, long eyelashes covered his eyes. She froze in amazement seeing him lying so quietly.

Her head still hurt, she huddled on her side not daring to move, afraid that she would hit the bump again.

Just looking at him, an indescribable feeling burst out, making her speechless.

She hasn’t seen him for a week. When he came back, he just hugged her and slept in the suite. But how long has he not slept? Is it fatigue after excessive indulgence?

He held her and slept maintaining this position, but she didn't feel sleepy. She looked at the sunny weather outside. There was a slight lament in her mind, inexplicable sadness, poignant and unbearable.

An hour and a half passed.

He finally awoke, she maintained such a posture. She has been watching him sleep for an hour and a half. He opened his eyes and caught hers, she trembled with the guilty feeling of being caught, because she has been looking at his handsome face for a whole hour and a half.

She kept her eyes wide open, and she saw her red face reflected in his dark eyes.

Her soul seemed to be pulled away for a moment and her heart was startled, feeling embarrassed, she tried to push him away.

"What time is it?" He spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You slept for an hour and a half." Leila rolled her fresh eyes and her face was flushed crimson. Her heart was still flushed with embarrassment that she looked down.

He closed his eyes again, as if he was coming to his sense. "Has my phone rung yet?"

"No." She raised her eyes and saw his. He measured her with his bushy eyebrows and penetrating look.

She dared not look at him again, her breath became unstable. She managed to suppress her surging emotion. “Mr. White, let me go!”

He was stunned. It seemed that he was surprised himself that he had been holding her waist all the time. Yes, he was holding her waist all the time, neither tight or loose, just holding.

Seeing this, Vincent pursed his lips. His eyes seemed to twinkle. He frowned and looked at her. He raised his big hands and patted on her head.

"Oh, it hurts!" Leila Hunter shouted.

Vincent curled his lips. "You fool, only a fool can be so stupid!"

"I, " Leila swallowed. She was indeed stupid. How could she fall if she was not stupid? But his tone seemed to be mixed with a hint of sorry. Was it her delusion of self-sentimental, or did he tease her out of boredom?

"Get me a glass of water." He let go.

She nodded, got out of bed, meekly helped him get a cup of warm water.