Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“President Presgrave, did I do something. wrong? Ellen asked gingerly. Jared immediately continued the topic. unfinished from the previous night and restarted the conversation, “Other than my body, what else would you like to check out?”

“Uhh. I…” Ellen looked at him red-faced. Since when did I say that I wanted to check out his body? Other than his body, what else could I check out? Why does his question sound so intimate?

Red as a tomato, Ellen considered the situation for quite some time but couldn’t seem to come up with a suitable reply to this intimate question. Subsequently, she gulped and said, “President Presgrave, did someone dump you?”

His questions were just too unusual, and it felt like he was trying to prove his masculinity. Could it be because some woman broke up with him?

Jared was taking a sip of water, and upon hearing her question, he choked on the water. and sputtered. He coughed softly for a moment before lifting his head to stare at her with glittering eyes. What sort of question is that?! I don’t even have a girlfriend, so how could I possibly be dumped?!

“I had trouble sleeping last night because of you. Don’t you think you should make up for it?” Jared said this with a huff.

instant, she was even more so perplexed. I caused him to have trouble sleeping?

you make things clearer? How did I cause you to lose sleep? What did I do to you last night?” Ellen blinked her large

choice but to take out his phone and retrieve last night’s chat history to show her. “Refresh

couldn’t help but reach out for his cell phone to take a look. Her pretty eyes widened, and her mouth was agape when she saw their chat history last night. When did I talk about this with him last night? I-I actually requested that he take a photo to show me too?! As she looked

their chat history from her end, but she saw nothing at all. She couldn’t help recalling that last night, during that period, she had gone

do something like that?! She conveniently took my phone and chatted about such an intimate topic with President Presgrave! How

tell him that the things yesterday were sent by Selena? It would make

drank some alcohol, so I was a little wasted. President Presgrave, please don’t be mad at me. That were

“Why did you drink alcohol so late

to go to sleep, so I drank a tiny glass,” Ellen said with a bright-red

darker than before. She is not interested in me but purely enjoys

time, and don’t send such titillating