A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 269

He was making chicken soup for her!

Who would believe it?

She held the remote control, but she had no intention of watching the television. She kept looking towards the kitchen and biting her lip. Inexplicably, her eyes were red and wet again. She had the urge to cry!

He was so considerate. Was it a good start, or was there another horror building up? She didn't know, and she didn't want to know. It was just that for the moment, she was inexplicably fascinated by him.

From a distance, looking from the direction of the living room, she could just see him behind the glass window. He really was a work of God's satisfaction. With his broad forehead, firm chin, deep eyes, slightly curved lips, and straight nose, Vincent was dazzlingly handsome and chillingly dominant. No wonder so many women are willing to go to bed with him ...

The thought of him being with so many women made Leila's heart ache again. And the thought of this man making love to other women made her feel sick inside.

Why was that?

Even though he had hurt her more than once, even though he had been her sister's lover, even though he had married her in a hurry and probably with an ulterior motive, she could always feel her heart involuntarily beating wildly for him. She would feel pain for every hurtful word he would say, be upset and aggravated for a long time by a look or a gesture from him, and could not resist provoking him again and again.

What was this feeling? Her heart ached and she felt heartbroken. What was this feeling?!

'Don't think too much, Leila, you mustn't be too greedy!'

Leila couldn't be idle after all, and she was born to be busy. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen floor was covered with food that had just been delivered. There were fresh vegetables, fish and prawns, and seasonings. The pile of food was enough to feed them for a week. Leila walked over and bent down to start packing.

"Put it down!" Vincent's low voice sounded above her head. "I'll clean up later!"

"I'm fine. I can do it!" Leila smiled and didn't stop. She began nimbly taking things out of the bags, cleaning them up, and sorting them. Then she wrapped things up again in packets, sorting them into different categories for freezing and refrigeration.

Vincent didn't say anything else, except that he glanced with sharp eyes at Leila, who was busy. And his gaze became deeper and deeper.

When she had cleaned up and washed her hands, he began to serve the soup.

Leila took the ashtray out. The ventilator was on, drawing away the rich aroma and the smell of tobacco.

The soup was served and carried out, and Vincent didn’t say a word. He had been silent since earlier when Leila had been sorting things out. Now he didn’t say anything either. And he didn't say a word as he carried the soup past her. Leila took the rest of the bowl and walked out of the kitchen with him.

He returned to the kitchen to work on something. Not long afterward, he came out with two bowls of rice. He had actually steamed the rice!

Leila was shocked again!

The chicken soup was served, the rice was brought in, and there was a special western dish heated in the microwave - a roast goose burger with foie gras.

Leila looked on dumbfounded as Vincent brought out a few more plates. My God, why were there Russian stuffed white mushrooms and braised chicken wings?

She hadn't even seen these anywhere!

Vincent then sat down, gave her a look, and then slowly uttered three words, "Let's eat!"

She looked at her watch. It was half-past nine. It was sort of a breakfast. But it was too hearty, wasn't it? Leila didn't know if she was having Chinese or Western food, but Vincent was having rice.

"Eat up!" He said in his usual commanding and irresistible tone.

"Mr. White, which do you think I should eat first?" Leila hesitated and asked softly.

She looked at the chicken soup in front of her. It was glistening with a bit of oil and was very light. There were a few red dates in the bowl, which looked light and refreshing but smelled strong. It was very tonic at first glance. It was cooked by his own hands. She wanted to eat it but was a bit reluctant to do so.

Vincent gazed at her and then frowned suddenly. Apparently, he was getting impatient, "You can eat whatever you want!"

Hearing him say that, Leila gave a sad expression and responded with reluctance. She was still going to have the chicken soup first.

Vincent watched her take a sip of the soup and watched her stick her tongue out. She had a satisfied look on her little face, then lowered her head again and took another sip. Then again, he saw something called tears slide out of her eyes.

He frowned in confusion. "Doesn't it taste good?"

Leila immediately shook her head, wiped the tears away with her small hand, and hurriedly said, "It's delicious!"

"Then why are you crying?" He then remembered something and asked again, "Your abdomen ache again?"

"No!" Leila shook her head. She suddenly became warm inside. So he'd been watching her. He'd seen her moved to tears.

"Then what is it?"

Biting her lip, Leila whispered, "I just don't know if I'll ever have the chance to drink the soup you cooked again!"

Despite what she said, she dared not listen to what he would say next. And how could a busy man like him, such an elite businessman, be confined to the kitchen cooking soup for a woman?

He should be racing through the world of business, being invincible and making his career!

Such tenderness and consideration on his part was a flash in the pan and fleeting!

He didn't answer her question, just remained silent for a while, then said in a fierce, cold voice, "Nice try. Just this time. No more! Drink up. If you don't drink it, then pour it out!"

Her little face dimmed again, but she immediately held the bowl and said, "I'll drink it. I'll drink it right away. It's good!"