Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

It was quite a pleasure for the couple to make dinner together. In the spacious Western kitchen, they busied themselves preparing steaks for today’s dinner..

Ellen could only make Mediterranean cuisine and was unfamiliar with steaks, so Jared was the chef for tonight. Still, it surprised her that he was actually an all-around man who was not only capable at work but also skilled at cooking. She watched him grill the steaks with movements similar to those of a five-star chef; the steaks’ aroma filled the air and was incredibly mouthwatering. “Have you learned how to cook before?” she asked curiously while looking on.

Jared replied, “Uh-huh, I’ve learned it before. Cooking’s a pleasure as well.” He had once devoted himself specifically to studying different kinds of food recipes. It didn’t take long for him to master anything, though Ellen. was the first lady apart from his family who had the honor of tasting his cooking.

It was still evening outside the window. Jared said to Ellen, “There’s a pair of scissors there, and the vase can hold some flowers. Can you go to the garden out there and cut some flowers before putting them in the vase?”

A sense of romance instantly surged up within Ellen. Since she was glad to do this, she replied, “Okay, I’ll do it right away. With that, she went to the garden with the scissors.

Even though it was autumn, there were

seemed wonderful as she arranged. the flowers on the dining table while the man bustled around in the kitchen. The mood was cozy

consisted of baked lobster with cheese, grilled short ribs,

him toward a door in puzzlement. Surprisingly, the door opened to a downward spiraling staircase. Then, the lights came on, revealing a luxurious wine cellar. The dim light illuminated the

her, “Which flavor

take the wine bottle before

of appealingly tasty wine that anyone would be impatient to have a taste of. As she blinked her

a shudder through her. She stood on tiptoe while going along with the man’s kiss. Perhaps the atmosphere here was too tempting, or perhaps this guy was simply too charming, for she subconsciously yearned

kiss prematurely, fearing that something unintended might happen if they kept on kissing. They came upstairs with a bottle of red wine. The lights outside the window

to the

wine bottle and poured a half glass of red wine for Ellen, who then clinked her glass on his with a flicker of shyness in her clear eyes. “Have a taste of