A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 241 Looked Across The Table

"Is this a compliment or sarcasm?" Renee asked rhetorically.

"Compliment from my heart!"

"Thanks, I think I'm cute too!" Renee nodded smugly, "For your compliment, I'll treat you to lunch!"

Unable to resist Renee's warm invitation, Leila had no choice but to join her for lunch at noon, but just as they were walking out the door, she received a message from an unknown number - Let's eat together at noon?! Callum!

"Uh!" Leila was startled and looked at the message in a daze.

"You've an appointment?" Renee asked.

"No!" Leila decided to ignore it, but as soon as they walked out of the office, they bumped into Callum.

"Two beautiful ladies, how about having lunch together?"

"We're going to Seah Restaurant, can you afford to treat us to this meal as a civil servant?" Renee raised an eyebrow.

Callum also smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Just give me a chance, how do you know I can't afford it?"

"Haha! Well, Leila, let Callum treat us to lunch, it's only on me tomorrow!"

So Leila and Renee went to Seah Restaurant by Callum's car.

In the window seat, Renee sat like a leader drinking tea and not forgetting to lecture Callum. "I want sea cucumbers, and I want them wild, not cultivated, and not even semi-cultivated. Leila, what about you?"

"Shrimp dumplings!" Leila said faintly. It suddenly occurred to her that she had also ordered a plate of shrimp dumplings when she had dinner with Vincent yesterday. It seemed that she always liked such simple things. They were economical, not flashy, but they could appease the hunger.

The three of them sat around the table. After Leila said lightly, she also picked up her cup and took a sip of tea. Her line of sight drifted inadvertently to the side, and she happened to see a tall man getting out of a car through the glass window - Vincent.

And from the passenger seat of his car came down a woman wearing a white dress. She was dressed to the nines, with long hair cascading over her shoulders, looking slight and delicate, a typical classic beauty.

Vincent seemed to feel someone looking at him. He turned his eyes and saw Leila inside the glass window. They looked at each other through the glass window, and he froze slightly, then his eyes sharpened.

Leila felt a chill in her heart when she saw Vincent shift his gaze and looked at Callum across from her with a frighteningly cold gloomy expression. Renee, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen now, and it seemed that only she and Callum were at this table. She felt something wrong with the atmosphere, and the hair on the back of her neck couldn't help but stand up in fear.

Her heart pounded with trepidation and she withdrew her gaze.

At that moment, the woman in white also walked up to Vincent's side and they walked into the restaurant. Judging from this scene, they should be familiar with each other. After they walked into the restaurant, Vincent darted his gaze toward Leila again. Then Leila saw him striding in her direction, and her heart beat like a drum…

Vincent's hawk-like sight almost saw through Leila's mind, her heart was trembling, but fortunately she had long practiced the skill of not showing her emotions, so her nervousness didn't show on her face,

and she just quickly bowed her head and took a sip of tea.

Vincent stared fixedly at her, his gaze so scorching that Leila's heart beat several beats faster. Even with her head down, she could still feel his gaze.

"Would you guys like something to drink?" Renee walked over with a bottle of yogurt, asking as she walked, her voice quite high.

Not knowing whether it was because Renee came over suddenly or for some other reason, Vincent turned his body after walking to the seat next to them and stopped at another table. Then he extended his hand and made a gentleman's invitation to the woman behind him, while the woman in white smiled and sat down.

Vincent also sat down and looked across the table at Leila.

"Leila, what would you like to drink?" Callum asked with concern.

"No, I'm fine with tea!" Leila smiled, and as soon as she looked up and made eye contact with Vincent, who was sitting across the table, she abruptly averted her gaze.

'I'm screwed.'

Leila thought to herself. Throughout this meal, she would see Vincent across the table whenever she looked up. Even though they were separated by two tables and by Callum, she was still easily affected by the high-wattage aura projected by Vincent, feeling panicked and uneasy.

'I'm screwed', 'I'm really screwed', these two phrases kept tossing and turning in Leila's mind, haunting and tormenting her again and again. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Didn't you sleep well yesterday?!" Callum looked at the absent-minded Leila and asked with some worries.

"Yeah, I slept late yesterday." Leila nodded politely, not daring to look at Vincent at all.

In fact, it wasn't that she hadn't slept well last night, but that she had been forced to have sex with Vincent this morning. Now, she felt like a chewed rag and was very uncomfortable. Especially when she met Vincent, she was so frightened that her face blanched, and others would have thought she was not feeling well at first glance.

"It's good for your health to go to bed early and get up early." Callum spoke with the appearance of an elder.

"Ok!" Leila nodded absentmindedly.

"Chronic insomnia can lead to endocrine disorders, if you still have insomnia afterwards, try practicing yoga!" Renee proposed aside.

"Alright!" Leila nodded good-naturedly again.

She glanced at the opposite Vincent inadvertently and saw a flicker of light flash across his eyes. She immediately withdrew her gaze while the slender white figure wavered before her eyes.

Alas!

He really was a womanizer, how come the Mr. White she used to know wasn't like this? At least he was never like this in public. Did he hide the real him too well, or did she simply never know him?

"What do you want to eat?" Leila heard Vincent ask the woman in white in a low, gentle voice.

"Same as before!" The woman's voice was gentle and cool, like a stream in the mountains, sweet to the soul.

She wasn't the kind of woman who hooked up with Vincent; on the contrary, she was elegant and well- bred. So Leila concluded that this woman in white must occupy a very important position in Vincent's heart.

"You're still so persistent!" Vincent said again.

"Leila, what you ordered is too simple, how about we have hairy crabs? You and Renee are both too skinny, you both need to fatten up with dietary supplements in a hurry!" Callum's voice drowned out the voices from the opposite table, interrupting Leila's desire to continue listening, and she immediately looked up.

"Thanks!"

She could feel Vincent fixing her with an unwavering gaze as he sat at the opposite table, talking to the waiter about something.

"I'm going to the washroom!" Leila smiled at Renee and Callum.

She had suddenly lost her appetite, but she didn't want to look across the table at Vincent in such a formal way. She had no choice but to escape temporarily. As soon as she got up, Vincent also stood up after ordering and said to the woman in white, "I'll be back soon!"

The two walked almost one after the other in the direction of the washroom.

When Leila walked to the washroom, she didn't go in as she hadn't intended to go to the washroom in the first place. She just stood by the window and sighed.

"Who's that guy?" The sudden voice from behind almost scared Leila out of her wits. She turned around abruptly and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest from the shock of the man standing just out of reach behind her.

"Mr...Mr. White?"

Vincent wrapped his arms around his chest, his dark eyes shining with an unfathomable light, then stared closely at the terrified pretty face. "What are you afraid of? Are you so scared because you've done something against your conscience? Did you give your virginity to that guy?"

Something against her conscience?!

Leila swore she'd never done it in her life. Her virginity? Haha, she pulled her lips up in a forced smile. "Mr. White, I'm going back!"

When she saw Vincent staring at her with the look of questioning a criminal, she felt uncomfortable all over and was surprised that he had followed her here. Apparently, he hadn't meant to come to the washroom either, but simply followed her.

"Is it him or not?" Vincent's questioning voice was tinged with a surge of anger.

"Does it make a difference who it is?" Leila asked rhetorically. "Anyway, my virginity, it's not given to you!"

"Good! Very good!" His voice went cold.

Leila's breathing, which had just slowed down, tensed up again under the gaze of those dark, handsome eyes.

Vincent's sexy lips pursed into a line, staring fixedly at her somewhat nervous and flushed pretty face. She was really bold, and she actually had the audacity to give her virginity to another man after he had examined her.

"I will pretend not to know you in front of your friends, and please respect me. Let's each live our own private lives and not interfere too much with each other!" When Leila saw that he didn't say anything, she added and turned to leave, only to have him grab her wrist.

"Let go of me!" Leila whimpered.

"I ask you one last time, who exactly you gave your virginity to?!"

"Go find it yourself if you can! I, even if I die, won't tell you!" Leila snorted coldly and said stubbornly.

Vincent's eyes narrowed slowly, his gaze locked on her brow.

While Leila's big eyes shone with a stubborn and defiant chilling light. Her lips pursed unconsciously, and she raised her head unhurriedly and looked him straight in the eye.

"Mr. White, let go of me, please don't let your date misunderstand!"

Vincent's eyes were stunned, and a hint of playfulness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Leila was taken aback by his playful expression and felt a sudden pang of agitation in her heart, inexplicably unusual.

"So you won't misunderstand?" He asked rhetorically.

"Mr. White, I know you're not sincere in marrying me. Our marriage was just a deal. No matter how stupid or foolish I am, I know you never considered me as your wife. Maybe I'm just a pawn in your hand, what do you expect a pawn to do?" Leila said without condescension, her expression serious and calm.

Vincent looked at the woman in front of him. Her calm face was tinged with a hint of flush, her body was slender, her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and her long bangs covering her big eyes. There

was still some soft hair hanging from her cheeks, but she exuded arrogance and assertiveness all over her body; she was not at all the well-behaved and soft person he had imagined her to be. She was like a sapling growing in a rocky crevice at the top of a cliff, with tenacious vitality and the inner roots many times longer than the visible trunk.

"Vincent?!" Suddenly came a cool female voice, and Vincent let go of Leila's hand and slowly turned around.

And Leila also saw the woman in white, who was approaching with a noble smile on her face.

Leila gave no reaction, fortunately Vincent was stout and she was petite enough to turn sideways, pretending she didn't know Vincent and walked past him.

"Why are you coming over?" Vincent said to the woman in white.

The woman in white seemed to sense something and reacted almost instinctively as she stepped forward to hold Vincent's hand. When she noticed Vincent's gaze falling on Leila, who was walking by, she took Vincent's arm and shook it, whining, "I noticed you hadn't been back for so long, so I came to call you! The food is already served! Aren't you hungry?"