Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

As soon as Willow returned to her room, she immediately dialed the bodyguard’s number, urging them to bring a doctor quickly. Upon hearing that gunfire was involved, the bodyguards dashed to her room. It turned out that she was unharmed, but she had come across a man covered in blood.

“Miss Presgrave, we don’t know his identity. It’s not safe for him to stay in the same room as you. Let us take him away,” the bodyguard said. They could not take the risk of leaving her alone with a stranger.

“No. He saved my life just now. I want to repay his kindness. I don’t want to owe him anything. Take him for treatment first!” Willow insisted as the man on the couch had already passed out from blood loss.

The bodyguards promptly escorted the man to the medical room for immediate treatment while she stood outside, clutching her arm. She also informed them about the earlier attempted kidnapping. “It seems that you’ve been targeted. Don’t worry. We will provide you with round-the-clock protection,” the bodyguard reassured her.

She had great trust in them. They were not ordinary bodyguards, for they were skilled and loyal to the Presgrave family. The Presgraves had strict standards when hiring bodyguards, and loyalty was their top priority.

from the patient’s body. Thankfully, no vital organs were impacted. Considering his exceptional physical condition, he should regain consciousness shortly,” the doctor informed, then shifted attention toward Willow. “Miss Presgrave, this is a grave situation. We must report it and conduct a thorough investigation into anyone aboard who

She never expected someone to bring a gun on board, and she had

gazed at the man who remained unconscious. Upon

her, she regarded her father and brother as handsome individuals. Yet, she could not resist contemplating that this man also possessed a pleasing countenance. His features carried a timeless allure, complemented by a

was he apprehending people on the ship? And why was someone chasing after him? Thinking about how close she came to getting shot while with him, she could not help but

to help clean it. However, as

defensive he was, waking up with such

on her arm. He lowered his head, looking at the bandaged wound, and spoke

before he stood up,

lightly, his eyes fixed on leaving the room. Willow felt an inexplicable determination to make him obediently listen to the doctor and not strain his wound. She suddenly reached out, pushing his shoulder, and pressed herself against him, effectively putting him back