Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Although Angela hid her face in the man’s embrace in an embarrassed manner, the man ignored her expression and continued to carry her to the door before he finally put her down. “Go back into your room.” The man told her and turned around, walking away.

“Thank you!” Angela said. Upon opening the door, she entered her room complacently, her face blushing as she could only hear the buzzing in her head.

She then looked down and thought about her acting. Damn. Did I just nail it, or was I just lucky? It was my left ankle that was injured last time, but I was rubbing my right ankle when I was acting just now. How could Richard not notice that?

If he had, he would have seen through my acting. In that instant, a strong sense of embarrassment surged through her because she believed Richard should have been able to notice what was wrong, considering how shrewd he was. Why was he still willing to entertain me?

He even agreed to carry me. She buried her face in the blanket while feeling an urge to confront Richard in his room about her question, wanting to find out whether he saw through her acting.

Having contained her curiosity until after her dinner, Angela took advantage of the opportunity to return Richard his book and knocked on his door.

was seen wearing a casual outfit, his laptop on his desk, which indicated that he was

a little too embarrassed to

walked to his shelf and put the

answer to her question. “Um. Richard, there is something I want to ask you. Why were you willing to carry me this afternoon?” Angela asked, her eyes wide

injured, didn’t you?” the man replied.

which of my ankles was hurt last time?” Angela asked

lips upward, his eyes filled with mischief and playfulness. When Angela

did you still

the last time of your mischief,” Richard replied calmly, implying that he didn’t want her to pull a prank on him ever