Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Arthur, however, ignored Sophia and proceeded to clean up her wounds with at sterilized Q-tip. When he went on to apply the antiseptic, she hissed in pain. and gasped softly. ‘Ow, that hurts!”

The way she yelped was so suggestive that Arthur stopped and shot her a freezing look, as though angry that hist testosterone decided to react to her voice.

At present, neither of them noticed the fuming figure that stood on the second floor landing with her hand on the banister. Emily had been awakened by the ruckus downstairs, so she came out of her room and Sophia’s soft moans of pain. sounded. She then decided to head. downstairs only to see Arthur helping the girl clean her bleeding shins.

One could call it first-aid, but to Emily, who was so blinded by jealousy she could hardly think straight, Sophia was a cunning vixen who had resorted to such cheap acts to win over Arthur’s attention.

“What happened, Arthur?” Emily asked aloud, pretending as if she had been woken up by the commotion as she continued her way down the rest of the steps.

Sophia hurriedly rolled down the legs of her pajama pants and apologized, “Did we wake you, Miss Jennings? I’m terribly sorry for that.”

“Did something happen to you?” Emily asked, meeting the other girl’s gaze confrontationally.

“I fell and scraped my knees earlier, so Mr. Weiss helped me stop the bleeding,” Sophia answered frankly.

go back to your room,” Emily bit out

but when she passed Emily, the latter grabbed her by the wrist and

one who could hear it, but the

from her grip that she hurried up the stairs, baffled by how much untoward hatred Emily had for her. She wanted to tell her that she was a natural klutz and had no intention

staircase and said, “I don’t think I can go back to sleep now. Stay up for a chat,

tired,” Arthur said, handing her the bottle of milk he had taken from the fridge earlier. “Here, you can

when he grabbed the milk. He had out of his bedroom when he heard gone footsteps coming down from

So, Artie would rather rendezvous with

to me. Is that it? Looks like I’ve severely underestimated how much

Larry, the vice president of Bourgeois, and asked

arrival at home. When the clock struck 10, Larry and his assistant were escorted into the living room by the

glanced at the woman on the couch. She’s blossomed into a whole new person now, one that must

the days when she had started out in Bourgeois. Elliot had asked him

of top-quality real estate and made him bring her the information on the property as well. However, completely unfazed by the

a feeling that she could very well become his superior. As it turned out, his gut

more focused now, with a confidence that seemed to shine through,

it’s been