A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 274 Super Nervous

It was late at night.

Vincent sat at the dining table and wiped his hands, taking the towel again.

“You should eat on time in the future!” He spoke in a deep voice.

“Alright!” Leila nodded and replied somberly. Then, she picked up the chopsticks and started eating the food cooked by him. It was delicious, hot and she felt heartwarming when eating it.

But how could a man cook? And he cooked so well?

Vincent seemed to have had his dinner as he only sat at the table and looked at her who was eating.

Since Vincent was not moving his chopsticks for a long time, Leila raised her head and asked, “Aren't you going to eat?”

“I've had my meal!” He replied simply, staring at her.

“Oh!” Leila was stunned for a while and said, “Then you can just go ahead and you don't have to accompany me!”

The true fact was he really just cooked for her. Even though he was very tired, he still did not want to let her touch water. Vincent in this way made her confused. If he was not fickle in love, he must be a model husband.

“Nothing!” he said.

Obviously, he meant that he was going to sit there and watching her eating? He aimed to accompany her to eat?

However, she felt so embarrassing to finish her meal when he was looking at her.

After a pause, Leila bit the bullet and said, “Mr. White, you can go to watch TV program, I don't need you to stay with me!”

“Stay with you?!” Vincent chewed on these three words playfully. A smile flickered in his eyes and he responded, “Who said that I want to stay with you?”

After hearing that, Leila’s face flushed with shame, was she too passionate? Oops!

She could only lower her head and start swallowing rice while Vincent picked up the chopsticks and put some cabbage into her bowl.

Leila was choked with shock.

Vincent handed over a glass of water to her.

When she drank water with her blushing face, he said in a deep voice, “Do you know that how many women hope to have a meal with me?”

Leila was dumbfounded, she put down the cup and her eyes got darkened, “Yes, there are so many women who want to stay with you! But I am not one of them as I am used to be alone!”

‘If you want to have two best things at the same time, I would not be one of the women who wanted to have dinner with you!’ She thought sadly in her heart.

“As long as Mr. White is happy, just go ahead and accompany as many women as you like!” The following reply seemed to be a bit sad.

Vincent curled his lips slightly, and a smile flicked across his eyes. “Does it taste good?”

The topic of their conversation changed too quickly which caused Leila to choke again.

She whispered after drinking water, “It's very delicious!”

“This is the second time I cook for a woman, I am wondering does it tastes good?”

The second time?

Who did he cook for the first time? She seemed to have forgotten about the soup he had made for her for the first time.

He looked at her in a smile and had not ignore the doubts in her eyes.

Did it matter who did he cook for the first time?

Leila laughed at herself, then she lowered her head. She held the rice sullenly, stopped talking and finished her food quickly, “I'm done!”

She wiped her mouth with a tissue, giving him a faint smile and she decided not to think more about anything.

“What's that on your face?” Vincent raised his eyebrows. Then, he removed a small grain of rice from her face.

“Ah… I go and wash my face…” When Leila got up, her face blushed slightly. She wiped her mouth but she didn't get it clean. She was really ashamed.

"No need, it's clean now." Vincent looked at Leila with a smile. It seemed like he was in a good mood.

Whoa, she had never thought of having atmosphere like today which they sat opposite to each other and he even cooked for her!

“Mr. White…”

“When will you change your way to call me?” He stopped her words and asked calmly, "Try to call me husband… ”

His tone was as gentle as a patient teacher who was correcting students' mistakes.

“But, but I'm used to call you as Mr. White, it’s hard for me to change…” Leila’s face flushed even more, and she was super nervous.

“Then you just call my name!” he said.

“Vin?” She got her head up with her blushing face.

He blinked and seemed to take some time to think about it. After that, he pressed his thin lips tightly, and he shook his head. “That is the way that everyone is using to address me!”

OMG!

“Mr. Vin!” Leila addressed him.

“Is there any difference from Mr. White? My wife?”

“Then I'll call you Mr. White back, is it okay?” Leila replied in embarrassment.

“If you don't change your calling today, we all are not going upstairs!” Vincent spoke slowly and he meant to spend his time with her here before things were clear.

“I can't say it!” She shook her head and she was almost driven crazy by him.

“Then we all stay here and don’t go upstairs!” He laughed in a low deep voice, acting like a child.

“Mr. White is not passed, Mr. Vin is not passed, even Vin is also not passed, so what do you want me to call you as? I can't just call you little Vin, right?”

“Huh?!” Vincent nodded with a hand holding his chin. "This name has not been called for a long time, ok so, it is approved!"

It was approved?

Leila was taken aback by his words!

Did he think that he was the king? Did he just give her permission for that? Uh! She was dumbfounded with her blushing face. However, this calling was much easier than calling him as “husband”, she lowered her head, staring at her toes and whispered, “Little Vin...”

“Hmm...” He seemed very satisfied and he laughed in his deep voice, “Okay, good!”

There was lots of pampering in his tone. Leila was stunned for a while. She really didn't know what kind of person he was. Did he take the wrong medicine today?

“Let's go! Go upstairs!” He put his hand on her waist.

Leila’s body became stiff and she got her head up suddenly. Doubts flashed in her bright eyes, she felt that Vincent had made her to be more confused now.

Vincent smiled very happily, he squeezed her nose gently and his eyes was full of pampering. Then, he leaned over and gave her a rewarding kiss, “What should I call you? I don't like the word Hunter. But since everyone is calling you as Leila, I don't want to be like everyone else, so I think I just call you Lexi!”

“Lexi?” Leila was dumbfounded.

“Isn't it your name called Lexi in the past?” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Oh No! It sounds like a village girl!” Leila shook her head and rejected that calling. After saying that, she felt that the way she talked to him was very casual so she changed the subject immediately, “I'm going up now!”

Leila ran a few steps and went up through the stairs.

“Go to the study room and wait for me!” he said solemnly behind.

Leila who ran up the stairs almost fell, what did he mean?

He wanted her to go to his study room and wait for him? Leila’s small face was wrinkled. Her step was slowed down and she discovered that Vincent was collecting the bowls and there was a washing sound from the water pipe which indicated that he was washing the bowls.

There was something sprouted into Leila’s heart suddenly. This was the first time she saw Vincent in this way which gave her a warm feeling, as warm as the first time she met him.

Just now, uh, she thought of the way he had kissed herself so crazily and it seemed like he was about to swallow her. She was overwhelmed by a surge of strange feeling and the palms of her hands were sweating.

“Open it!” Vincent handed a beautiful white notebook to her which he took out from his study closet.

Leila was startled. “What, what is this?”

“Notebook!”

“I know it's a notebook...” She meant why did he give her a notebook?

“This is for you!” he said slowly and his expression was very playful. “Why? Don't you like it?”

Leila was stunned. She thought her expression must be shocked at that time as she was really surprised. “Why are you giving it to me?”

“Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just take it!” Vincent stuffed it into her hand and pointed to the desk which was opposite to her. “Go and try and see if it works!”

Leila hesitated to take the white notebook under his impatient gaze. She knew that the notebook must be very expensive which was mounting to an enormous sum of money. She didn't know what he was going to do. She discovered that it was an ergonomically designed keyboard in colours of black and white which was so beautiful. The type of original notebook had only two colors which were black and white and it gave people a feeling of classic and noble.

She looked up nervously and she found that he was looking at her gently in a faint smile. When he saw her raising her eyes, he turned his head slightly and said, “Do you like it?”

“This is too expensive!” Leila shook her head disturbingly. “Mr. White, I don't want it!”

“Little Vin, shouldn’t you call me Little Vin?” He corrected her.

“Uh! Little Vin...I really can't take it!”

“Stop talking nonsense, you have to take it and what you need to do now is just take it, if you don't want it, I will throw you out!” He became domineering again and it made her heart to skip a few beats. At that particular moment, she was speechless.

Vincent seemed to realize that his voice was a bit loud, he pondered for a while and he nodded. “Alright, so this is yours and you can share the study room with me. I will call people to send you a desk tomorrow. You can write something here instead of writing on the bed!”

“You… you know?” How would he know that she wrote her things on bed?

“Thesis can also be placed in here and so do the files!”

“Actually, I have a computer, it was in my school now. However, I can move it back after graduation!” She explained softly.

“What to move? Just throw it into the dustbin!” Are you trying to move it back after you came back from school?

“No! It’s still good. It has only been used for five years. It's not considered too old and it is such a waste to throw it away!” Leila didn't want to be a prodigal.

“Miss, is five years not long enough? Are you planning to use it for fifty years?” Vincent’s eyes flashed slightly. His heart was twitched and his heart was in pain explicably. A computer had been used for five years? She was really frugal. “Anyway, don't move it here. I can't face a junk that has been used for five years and I can’t tolerate it to be left it in my study room. That kind of thing will made people be passive at a critical time, especially in this modern society with such advanced intelligence!”

Leila’s heart was just like being stabbed by something and she felt hurt. She pushed the white notebook forward and stood up, biting her lip and spoke stubbornly, “My computer is not a junk. I bought it by doing part-time job when I was in high school. It is very useful, maybe it's too much worse than your Apple but I think that it is my baby. The junk in your eyes is my precious baby! Thank you for your computer. I'm sorry I can’t afford it!”

After finishing her words, she stood up and stepped out of the study room.

Yes, she was poor and she had nothing.

However, the computer was earned by herself and she got it by hard working, doing part-time job of publishing her articles when she was still in high school. It was the result of her hard work. How could she allow others to judge her baby?

On the other side, the reason of her saying that was not just for a computer, but also for her self- esteem.

Vincent was taken aback by that but he was still in shock and didn't get her point, “Hey! What's wrong with you?”

“I'm going to sleep!” Her eyes seemed that she was hurt, her back was a little stiff but she still went out straight.