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.

in relief as well. He then looked at the injured man on the bed, his gaze carrying a touch of seriousness.

bed was no ordinary person. He turned to Willow and said, “I’ll assign someone to protect and care for

briefly and replied, “I’ll stay with him until morning.

and Josephine exchanged a glance and decided not to push her. She said, “I’ll have Ethan

by their concern.

had nothing else to do but watch the man. His face had a three-dimensional and profound beauty, like

smiled and said openly, “I’m just

“Why did you point the gun at someone earlier? Did he commit a serious crime?” She leaned in and asked

bite her lip awkwardly. This man seems difficult to get along

to check on them. 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

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 sculpted chest muscles, gave him an imposing presence akin to a double-door refrigerator. As she leaned over, a portion of her face was unintentionally pressed against his

brow furrowing, but he did not withdraw his arm. As the bodyguard