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?"