Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

It was as though they had been forced to take the money rather than deliberately sell her brother’s heart out of greed for the cash. Ellen came out to the balcony and saw the RV outside with its lights on; a tall figure could be vaguely seen moving around in it. At the sight. of this, she felt a knot in her stomach. He’s really staying here.

Hearing the sound of a text message on her phone in the room, she involuntarily got back to her bed and saw the text message sent by Jared. It read, ‘Aren’t you gonna sleep yet?’

She let out a sigh and texted him back, ‘You should go back.” The man was quite stubborn, though. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay where you are! ‘I don’t need you to care about me.’

‘I just want to care about my girlfriend’ Ellen bit her lip. Not knowing how to define their relationship, she decided not to reply to the text message.

Just then, another text message beeped in. It read, ‘I’m watching you.”

Startled, she came out to the balcony with the phone in her hand and saw the man standing next to the RV and staring up in her direction. Despite the distance between them, she could vaguely perceive his steady, intense gaze.

‘Sleep early. See you tomorrow.” She even saw Jared wave to her in the moonlight before blowing her a

RV outside. She thought of lots of things, including how Jared had looked on the verge of death at ten years old. She

have told her the truth behind her brother’s heart donation. It was like there was an imperceptible force that led her

second floor, Lambert was holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Despite having a dressing gown

Jared’s so protective of Ellen! That’s causing me trouble right when I get a little interested in

the east early the next morning, sparkling dewdrops were still clinging to the RV. Autumn had

door was pushed open, and a figure stepped out from the inside. Jared stretched his limbs for a while; obviously, he hadn’t slept comfortably in the RV last night. He stared at the balcony on the third floor with unblinking eyes, wanting to know if Ellen had gotten

of breakfast in his hand.

wind tousled his dark hair in the sun, but the windblown hairstyle didn’t diminish the opulent and noble air he had about him in the slightest. His masculine

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