Trapped in the Love of the President

Chapter 117

Vincent sat on the sofa of his room, with a woman in his arms. Not only that, he was kissing her neck. Their clothes are still intact, but they are irregular. Some buttons on Vincent's shirt are open. Their hair was also messy, I don't know how long they had been doing it. Amira doesn't know. All he knew now was that his heart was hurting and so painful. Be ill. That's how he feels right now. Crushed. His heart was broken to see what they did.

Vincent and the woman seem to ignore Amira's presence, until the girl's sobbing stops them.

"Vin ...," he called her down. His voice choked to continue his sentence, his cry already represented his current feelings.

Vincent released his kiss on the woman in front of him and looked at Amira coldly.

"Why are you here?" vincent asked coldly, not softly like his usual self.

Amira was a little surprised by the question. He wiped his tears slowly. "Aren't you …."

"I sent him a message, honey. I just want him to know the truth. Didn't you also say you'd decide earlier?" between the women, who was none other than Anna Lee. Anna was still writhing spoiled in Vincent's arms and stroking the man's chest.

"Sooner or later she will know too, dear," continued Anna again with a smile to Amira who had been staring at them sharply and nanar.

"Why?" asked Amira with a sigh. He adjusted his irregular breathing from crying.

"Hahahaha .. Why did you say? You should ask yourself, have you ever satisfied Vincent all this time?" hiss Anna again. Vincent just silently listened to Anna corner his lover. His hands clenched tightly, wanting to strangle the neck of the woman who had insulted his girl, yet he could not do so. Those were all scenarios he had asked Anna to play in at the moment.

Amira's lips trembled withstanding her cries. A sadness enveloped him. He still did not believe everything Anna said, because he saw his lover was silent without answering anything.

Vincent turned his face away, not wanting to stare at the sad face of the girl. The man was afraid that he could not control himself if he kept seeing a face that was already wet with his tears, he who had made his girl cry. He wanted to grab her and hold her tight and tell her that this was all a lie.

"Vin .. is that true?" ask Amira again. He would not believe it before the man himself said it. Vincent ignored the question. He swallowed his saliva violently.

"Vincent Zhang!" amira shouted annoyed that the man had not rubbed her since she had entered.

Vincent just smiled grinning at the screams of his lover. "As you can see now. Do I want to continue in front of you now? I don't mind if you want to come along" Vincent replied coldly, still not looking at his girl's face.

Amira looked at Vincent for an explanation, but the man turned his face and twisted Anna's long hair, kissing her as he used to do with Amira. Amira did not want to believe her words and eyes at this moment. But the reality that was happening was so clear before his eyes. Hate, that was what he wanted to say right now, yet he was unable to say it. The girl took her breath and exhaled her slowly. He rubbed his tears violently.

"Getting ...," hiss cynical Amira.

'Good, Ami. Hate me, hate me forever so you don't experience the pain I'm in right now, ' Vincent's heart aches get that girl's hateful gaze.

"Do you still want to be here to see the two of us?" asked Anna sarcastically. Amira returned Anna's gaze coldly. He took off the ring on his ring finger with great effort, for it was so fitting on his ring finger. His face looks upset. After successfully releasing it, he threw the ring right into Vincent's face.

"Vincent Zhang! Remember, I decided you. Not you!" amira shouted before leaving the room. He continued to run hard to reach the elevator and push the elevator button many times, then entered the elevator without turning again.

Lucas who at that time saw the incident from the outside can only sigh resignedly. He doesn't know what to do. Everything was planned by his superiors, from sending messages to Amira's phone, remarks on the receptionist, to Anna's acting just now. So perfect. Perfect to make that girl hate him for the rest of her life.

"Vin, are we going to continue?" seductive Anna still hugged and buried her face in the man's chest.

Vincent immediately brushed her off and pushed Anna's body to the floor. He was disgusted by being close to the woman. If not, he will not do it either.

"Go!" he shouted to Anna who was already looking at him sharply.

Anna stood up immediately. "I hope you don't forget your promise to me, Vincent," he said before leaving.

"I'm sorry, honey," muttered Vincent.

'Meeting you is my destiny, but if in the end destiny does not allow us to be together, I would rather choose you to hate me than you to feel the pain I feel right now. I really hope you can feel happiness even if you are not with me.'

Vincent walked gontai to his desk. He clenched his hands and hit his glass-lined workbench with strings attached.

"JAYREGRGHH …!" his screams released all of his frustration, anger and sadness. He hated himself for making his girl cry. He hated not being able to keep his promise to keep her, protect her and give her a future together. He hated being unable to fight the blood ties flowing in his body at this moment. Had he been able to replace all the blood flowing in his body at this moment, he was willing to drain it all even if it threatened his life.

A deep red liquid flowed from his handbooks that were still attached to the glass fragments from the table he hit.

Lucas immediately went inside after listening to Vincent's screams. Lucas saw the condition of his superiors that was so alarming. It's the first time he's seen Vincent so devastated. He held Vincent's body when the man wanted to hit the table again.

"Boss, awake! What have you done!" hardik Lucas's. This time he was against his boss.

"Take me off! Release!" vincent orders while trying to escape from Lucas who is holding his body. Vincent's energy was so strong that it knocked Lucas' body to the floor of the room.

Lucas immediately stood up and let out a long sigh as Vincent smacked his hand back onto the glass table that had been smashed to pieces.

Lucas tried to hold Vincent back. This time all the energy he put in, Lucas didn't care that Vincent would hit him or fire him.

"What's going on, huh?" asked Madame Celine who had just entered her granddaughter's room. He saw a piece of glass on the floor and blood pouring out of his grandson's hand. His gaze turned to the look on his granddaughter's face that was so heartbreaking for an old woman like her. Frustration, sadness and disappointment are so deep he can feel at this moment.

Vincent stopped rebelling. He drowned in Lucas' grip after failing to release himself. Madam Celine looked at her granddaughter's appalling condition with a dejected look.

"Vin, what's going on, son? Why ... Why is this?" ask Madame Celine Lirih. He couldn't see his grandson like this. Approached by his grandson's body and embraced the big body of the man who was now crying in his arms like a child. Lucas released his grip on Vincent's body and heaved a sigh of relief.

"What's really going on?" ask Madame Celine sadly. Mrs Celine looked at Lucas for an explanation, because she knew there was no way Vincent could answer her in the way she is today.

Lucas told Mrs Celine everything she knew, including Vincent asking her to check her DNA with his father.

Mrs Merina sent someone to send a sample of her daughter to Vincent. Vincent asks Lucas to investigate. He wanted to prove that Mrs Merina's words were wrong.

Lucas was forced to make a flight to Amigos as soon as possible to take Mr. James' sample secretly and take him to the hospital to match the sample. But the results of the report given by Lucas are truly indisputable. Amira is her father's daughter.

Mrs Celine was stunned to hear the story from Lucas' mouth. He also does not believe and does not think Amira is his own grandson.

'Oh God. Why are you playing with destiny and love between them? Why should they bear the sins committed by their parents?' inner Lady Celine was sad. He could feel the sadness his two grandchildren were experiencing at this moment.

"Vincent. Learn to forget it," said Madame Celine. He was worried about his grandson's current condition.

"I love her, Grandma. Tell me what to do to forget it. Tell me!" frustrated Vincent shouted in the arms of Lady Celine.

Madam Celine did not expect that the girl had actually affected her granddaughter so much. The middle-aged woman was unable to answer a word to the question posed to her. He could only clench and clench his granddaughter's large body to calm her down at this moment.

To be continue ....