Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“What’s your name?” asked Willow. The man ostensibly did not want to tell her and simply replied, “Last name, Wyatt.”

“Fine, Mr. Wyatt. If you’re unwilling to share, then keep it to yourself. Once tonight is over, we’ll revert to being strangers, and I won’t disclose my name either,” she declared. “I don’t wish to know,” the man said curtly.

Willow pursed her lips. She had never encountered someone so indifferent, as if he did not belong to this world. “Alright, then! I’ll take care of you for now. Once you’ve recovered, we’ll have no debts between us. Okay?”

The man closed his eyes to rest. Soon after, Ethan arrived with Josephine. Upon hearing about the shooting incident on the ship involving Willow, he hurried over to check on her.

“Willow, are you okay?” Josephine quickly held and examined her.

“I’m fine. He saved me,” Willow said as she pointed to the man on the bed.

good.” Ethan sighed in relief as well. He then looked at the injured man on the bed, his gaze carrying a touch of seriousness. It was a connection shared by two strong

bed was no ordinary person. He turned to Willow and said, “I’ll assign someone to protect and care for him. Willow, it’s late now. Go back to your room and

him until morning. He saved

not to push her. She said, “I’ll have Ethan increase the number of security personnel here. You also need to take care of your

touched by their concern. It

to do but watch the man. His face had a three-dimensional and profound beauty, like a work of art. The man disliked being scrutinized like that. He furrowed his brows and glanced at her. “What are

openly, “I’m just

there to look at?” The man averted his gaze. “Why did you point the gun at someone earlier? Did he commit a serious crime?” She leaned in and asked softly, her voice

man ignored her question, prompting her to bite her lip awkwardly. This man

Willow was too tired; it was already 2.30AM, and she had been through a scare. She drifted off into a doze, and her body swayed a

man on the bed remained fully awake, observing her as she oscillated between moments of slumber and restlessness. Eventually, she ended up lying on the edge of his bed, her face inadvertently making contact with him. In contrast, his towering and muscular frame, with impeccably

arm. As the bodyguard entered