A Moment in Destiny
Chapter 377 Resist Him by Self-Harming

"I have to go back!" Leila emphasized it again. She must go home right away.

"You can't!" Although Charles's tone of voice was calm and indifferent, he left no room for her to disobey him.

"Why?" Leila was a bit stunned. She was furious and felt like the anger in her heart was going to gush out of her chest.

"There's no reason behind this! I don't allow you to go back." Charles stood up and looked at Leila with interest. At the next moment, seeming to recall something, he turned around and left the room.

Leila pressed her lips together tightly. It looked like she was calculating something in her mind. When she heard the sound of door opening, she hurriedly ran over and turned the doorknob. Nevertheless, the door had been locked from outside.

The only thing in Leila's mind at present was to escape from this room. Charles was not a good man. And who were those men who appeared from nowhere and kidnapped her? The two men looked like two satyrs.

Charles was hard to deal with. He had ruined her sister's life, and Leila didn't want her life to be ruined by him. Leila reached out to rummage for her bag, but she found that her bag was not here. She slammed the door with great force, "Charles, release me! Let me go!"

But there was still no sound from outside of the door. Leila then went to the windows, only to find that the floor where she was on was the tenth floor or above.

"You're on the twelfth floor of this apartment." A man's lazy voice that carried some evil intentions suddenly sounded behind Leila, "It looks awesome when you look out of the window from here, right? Beauty, do you want to jump off the building?"

Leila hastily turned around, "Let me go!"

With a glass at his hand, Charles curled up his lips into a charming smile, "Eat something, beauty. Drink some milk."

"Nope." Leila shot a fierce glared at him and walked towards the door.

Charles slammed closed the door, "Urg, fine. If you don't want to drink it, I won't force you. But you still can't leave this room."

He then left the room and sat on the sofa in the living room. Leila followed and tried to open the door of the living room. But there was a password lock for the door and she couldn't open it.

"It's evening now. If you don't eat something, it will harm your stomach. I don't care. Let's see who will win." Charles wouldn't open the door for her. He simply sat cross-legged on the sofa. Failing to open the door, Leila shouted at him exasperatedly, "Charles, what the hell do you want to do?"

Charles stood up and walked to Leila. Leila involuntarily took several steps backward. Charles walked over, grabbed her, and pulled her towards himself. He kissed her on her lips in an overbearing and vigorous manner and sucked her lips passionately. He then even stuck out his tongue into her slightly-opened mouth, "I want you!"

"Fuck off!" Leila pushed him away with all her strength and shouted coldly, "Are you a pervert?"

Charles was not bothered. He greedily licked the corner of his mouth, where there was her salvia, and a trace of excitement flashed across his black eyes, "How's it? Beauty, do you like my kiss?" "Disgusting!" Leila wiped her lips with all her strength, feeling stomach-churning, "It's so dirty!"

"Yes?" Charles let out a light sneer with a trace of interest flashing across his handsome face, "Honey, when I see you wiping your lips, I become more excited. What should I do now?"

Scared, Leila screamed and asked with a pale face, "What... what the hell do you want to do?"

Charles slightly curled up his lips, a touch of calculating look flashed across his eyes, "Drink it, then I will send you home. Otherwise, you have to stay here!"

"Really?" Leila was a bit stunned and looked at him furiously.

Charles replied, "Believe it or not!"

After pondering for a while, Leila walked over and picked up the glass of milk from the table. She gulped down the milk without a second thought and then wiped her mouth, asking, "Can I go home now?" "Honey, I put some philter in it." Charles smiled with satisfaction, "You're still too naive. Haven't anyone told you not to eat things offered by a man, especially a man like me, who has blatant desire towards you?"

"What did you mean?" Leila stiffened, her mind instantly going blank.

Charles lay against the sofa lazily and reached to grab the remote controller on the tea table and opened the TV, "You're drugged with philter. Naturally you'll come to me a few moments later."

Leila was startled when she felt the gush of sexual desire surging from her private part. No, no way! She would not allow herself to be raped by Charles, even if she had to die! Otherwise, she would be shadowed by the shame in the rest of her life!

Leila glanced around and found that the living room was decorated in a simple way and there were a few things in it. There was only a blue-and-white porcelain vase on the table. When she saw the vase, she intended to rush towards it. But Charles suddenly strode towards her and held her up into his arms.

"What do you want to do?" Leila shouted in shock and hurriedly pushed him away with all her strength. The sexual desire in her body was stirred up because of his approach.

"Fuck you." He replied in a husky and ambiguous voice.

"Ahh..." Leila exclaimed in shock, "Let go of me!"

Leila struggled. Charles let go of her, "Beauty, you can't run away today. I'm determined to get you!"

Leila ignored him. She reached out to the blue-and-white porcelain vase and abruptly threw it onto the wall. With a loud sound, the vase broke into pieces. Leila picked up a sharp piece of the broken porcelain. But she was overwhelmed by the lust in her body and she felt like she was about to lost her consciousness. That damn philter! Screw you, Charles!

Leila scratched the piece of porcelain across her arm without hesitation and blood flowed out.

"Damn it! What are you doing?" Charles growled. Leila was so quick and this happened in an instant, leaving him no time to take precautions against it or to stop her.

"Let go of me! Even if I will die, I won't allow you to rape me. If you dare to touch me, I will kill myself!" Leila said with determination and gritted her teeth. The pain from her arm helped her fight against the sexual desire in her body. Leila felt it torturing. She shivered all over uncontrollably and it felt like the biting pain was attacking all her organs.

Her fair forehead broke out into sweats. Leila struggled to suppress the lust so that she would not let out a groan. She would by no means allow herself to submit to it. She was not that kind of woman! She wouldn't let Charles look down upon her, nor would she allow him to get his own way. She would not disgrace her mom, nor would she cheat on Mr. White!

"Aren't you painful?" After a long while, Charles asked out of the blue. He gazed at Leila in astonishment. This woman was really different from Macey, and she would rather hurt herself than have sex with him! At the moment, he felt awed by her.

"Release me!" Leila glared at him and squeezed out the words from between her trembling teeth.

"Yell out if you feel it painful." Charles knitted his brows and squinted at her. He hadn't expected that such a weak woman would be so good in withstanding pain. She didn't even let out a groan.

The piece of porcelain slip down from Leila's hand when she was overwhelmed by a gush of sexual desire and blooded flowed out. She adamantly looked up and fixed her eyes on Charles furiously.

Charles narrowed his eyes. Her eyes were so clear and her pinky lips were pressed together tightly because of the pain. Together with the tenacious expression on her beautiful face, she looked extremely attractive at the moment.

"Let me see how long you will withstand it." Charles narrowed his eyes even more and he felt unpleasant when seeing Leila fighting against the pain and the lust.

He suddenly strode forward and reached out to pull her into his arms with one hand on her waist.

"What do you want to do again?" When her body touched his chest, Leila uncontrollably felt panicked.

Charles didn't reply her and simply fixed his cold eyes on her beautiful and sweat-covered face.

Vincent was so anxious when he learned that Leila was missing. He made numerous calls but still couldn't find her.

The sky was getting darker and darker and it looked like the night was going to fall, which made him feel depressed and restless.

Vincent was still calling others in the study. He had almost called everyone who probably knew where Leila was, but in fact, none of them knew it.

Dame it!

Her phone was turned off!

Vincent clenched the phone so tightly with his slender fingers that even his fingertips became pale. His heart sank as if it was falling into an endless black hole. Where had she been? Why was she missing out of the blue?

Vincent was overwhelmed by a sense of premonition. His eyelids were jumping wildly and he was very restless at the moment. God, please bless Leila! She must be alright!

Vincent tried hard to calm down himself. He picked up his phone and dialed a number, "Investigate a number for me. The reward is negotiable."

After a short while, the person at the other end of the phone gave Vincent the investigation result. Vincent kept running when answering the call. When he heard the information, he immediately pulled a long face and hung up the phone without even waiting the person to finish his words.

He then called Charles and said in an extremely gloomy voice like a Satan from the hell, "Charles, listen, if you dare to touch her, I will let you die an ignominious death!"

"Vincent, you found it out so soon. I really admired you." Charles, who was at the other end of the phone, said with a smile, "What a pity! I had sex with her. Like Macey, she's not a virgin now. Why do you want this kind of woman?"

"Impossible!" Vincent growled in anger, his hands trembling violently. He clenched his hands into fists, yet only to find that his hands were trembling so violently that he was a bit powerless, "Leila is not Macey. Charles, I warn you not to touch her. Otherwise, I can't promise what I will do to you!"

Leila, you're fine, right? You must be alright, right?

Vincent was highly strung up all the way and drove the car at an extremely high speed. He ran several red lights and then broke into a high-end residence.

He then rushed to the lift, feeling inexplicably disturbed. With his brows knitted tightly, he slammed the lift button. Until now did he realize that he could not live without Leila and that he loved her so much. Nope, Leila would not be like Macey!

In the apartment, Charles put down his phone and grabbed Leila again. He then stretched out his head towards her.

"Let go of me!" His masculine breaths landed on Leila's cheeks. As Leila was already libidinous due to the effect of the philter, she trembled more violently.

"I don't want to let you go." He replied in a deep, low voice while fixing his eyes on her. A trace of imperceptible sexual desire flicked across his unfathomable black eyes.

When Leila looked into his eyes which had some dangerous intentions in them, she was freaked out and shouted out of instinct, "Let go of me! I gonna kill you if you dare to rape me! I will definitely kill you!" "Really? I will look forward to it." Charles curled up his lips and abruptly clasped the back side of her head with his big palm, "Beauty, come, kill me! Come on! Kill me with your body and your gentleness!" Leila widened her eyes. But before she could say something, Charles suddenly lowered his head and landed a kiss on her lips.

With one hand on her waist, Charles confined her tightly in his arms. He kissed her on her pinky tender lips passionately with his cold lips in an overbearing manner. He was like a wild wolf that was confining its prey, leaving her no chance to resist him.

Leila was startled and confused. Her mind had totally gone blank. The warm wave of sexual desire in her body was stirred up again and she scratched the piece of porcelain across her arm again. Blood flowed out of the wound and the room was soon prevailed by the dense smell of blood.

She must keep herself conscious so that he would not be able to control her! But she was so uncomfortable, really. 'Vincent, where are you? Please come to help me!' She thought in her mind.

Charles's kiss became more and more passionate as if he was addicted by the kiss. He held her more tightly in a more overbearing manner. He passionately kissed her lips and tasted her lips wantonly. He then stuck out his tongue into her mouth to have a better taste of her.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐