Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“What right do you have to send Joey back? Since I’m her friend, it’d be more appropriate for me to do so. Hand her over.” Luke extended his hands, ready to whisk Josephine away from the man.

A shocked Josephine instinctively held Ethan’s shoulders tighter. Pleased, Ethan lowered his head and curled his lips. As Josephine looked at him, she blushed. Fortunately, the lights around the area were dim, so she believed the man didn’t see her bashfulness.

“You’d better go back, Luke,” Josephine said. Honestly, she would rather let Ethan send her back. She could just thank him by then, and there wouldn’t be any trouble. However, if she allowed Luke to carry her, she would owe him a favor, and it would be harder for her to turn him down.

“Don’t worry, Joey. I’ll send you back safely. Why don’t I carry you on my back?” Luke realized he didn’t have the confidence to carry the woman in his arms; he rarely worked out, and he was only five-foot-seven. It would be strenuous for him to carry a five-foot-four woman.

Displeased with the man, Ethan snorted. “Get out of the way.” With that, he moved forward with the woman in his arms. “No way! Stop right there! Only I can send Joey home!” Luke charged forward and got in their way again. “I’ll get a driver, Joey.”

“Forget it. I’ll walk.” Josephine felt that she’d better rely on herself. “No!” Ethan insisted all of a sudden. “Why not?” Josephine questioned. “I like carrying you,” the man replied playfully.

livid. “Hey! How dare you take advantage of her?! Do you

after Josephine’s beauty but also her background. Certainly, he couldn’t let the woman end up with such a

his convertible. Since the villa was some distance away,

“I’ll treat you to a meal someday!” Josephine lied. “Will you really do that?” Luke’s eyes brightened. “I’m serious. Off

of you, alright? If he dares

Luke barked. “Goodbye, then!” Josephine urged. However, Luke remained in the same spot. It wasn’t

bored. Although all she thought about was Ethan, the man was nowhere

up her bag and shuffled toward the car park, where she saw a

left, she joyfully jogged toward him. “Mr. Quarles! Mr. Quarles!” Nevertheless, the moment she reached the car, she saw a woman in the passenger seat. The woman was

she put on a smile and pleaded, “Can you send me back to my villa, Mr. Quarles?” There were