Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“You’re the one who started joking around, Queenie retorted with a look of innocence. Then, she grew serious and said, “Mr. Manson, wouldn’t it be exciting if we eloped? Are you sure you don’t want to give it a go?”

Nigel wanted to scare her. He didn’t expect to be the one getting a shock. It wasn’t fun anymore. “Queenie Silverstein, you can stay here in my house, but don’t even think about setting your sights on me, he warned.

Queenie watched him head off into his bedroom. She chuckled and went into the guest room as well.

It was 11.00PM when Nigel, who lay in bed playing a game, suddenly recalled something. He jumped out of bed and hurried over to his door to lock it. It was only then that he finally returned to bed with a sense of security.

He acted as if Queenie was some kind of hungry predator. The next morning.

Queenie woke up at 8.00AM and opened her door to find a bag of clothes outside the room. A warm, fuzzy feeling blossomed in her heart. That man has actually prepared clothes for me! She took the bag and realized it contained underwear as well.

to the master bedroom opened, and the two

person who could enter his house so

Mr. Manson!” Queenie happily took the clothes and went back inside the room to change. Ten minutes later. Nigel was sitting in the living room enjoying a cup of morning coffee

like a forest nymph who just came out of the woods. Her skin was pale as snow, and the sunlight that came in through the windows cast a glow over her. Even her hair seemed

snapping out of it. Immediately, he turned away his gaze as if giving the woman any more

when are you leaving? Can you drop me off? I’m late, Queenie asked frantically. Nigel glanced at his watch before

a call from her mother. The Silversteins realized that Queenie’s phone had been off the whole time. Brandon got so anxious that he filed a missing person report with

would seriously go missing anyway. She then woke Leslie up. and the two of them got ready before heading down to the lobby to check out

she could think about was what

walking in through the entrance. It was a man and a woman, and Bonnie’s eyes flickered over before widening in shock. That’s Nigel Manson. And

of the room. He had just walked up to Bonnie and