Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“It’s inconvenient for me.” Josephine firmly rejected her. Katrina immediately put aside her pride and begged, “Please just give me a ride, Josephine!”

However, Josephine couldn’t be bothered ast she announced, “You should take a cab.” After she said that, she went to her car, which happened to be right next to her. Opposite her car was a row of VIP parking spaces, where the red sports car stayed there under the dazzling lights like a noble princess.

Katrina was so angry she quietly stomped her foot and cursed at Josephine. Josephine sat in the driver’s seat while Ethan adjusted the passenger seat. He had to adjust the seat’s position because of his mile-long legs. The man, standing a frame of six feet three, looked like he was struggling to worm his way into this mini-BMW.

Josephine then pressed the ignition switch, only to hear the engine letting out sounds of protest. The car simply wouldn’t start. “What the hell?” She was utterly confused. The car was working just fine this morning, but now the engine wouldn’t even start!

Oh dear car of mine, please don’t embarrass me, she thought to herself. Am I running out of luck in front of a hottie? This is so humiliating!

times. However, the car engine seemed to be intentionally provoking her as it made a few muffled noises despite staying dead. Ethan bit back his

but I can’t get it to start now.” Josephine started getting anxious. She didn’t know a thing about car repairs, as

since it was sent for maintenance?” she muttered. Seeing

panicked as she stared at the sports car. “But I’ve never driven a sports car!” “I’ll

and pressed the ignition button two more times, but it still wouldn’t start. She couldn’t help feeling frustrated at the thought that this situation was forcing her into switching cars. She received a call from Luke, to which she stayed in the car and

“Okay, I’m heading over now,” she answered. It. seemed like she had no choice

she handed the bag containing the car keys to Ethan. To her surprise, Ethan opened the driver’s door

I really don’t know how to.” Josephine wasn’t being modest; she truly didn’t dare to drive

to open the door to the passenger’s seat and got in. Feeling somewhat awkward, Josephine nervously scrambled to the

understood him immediately. She eventually turned her head and asked, “Aren’t you afraid of riding in a