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. It was a

that the injured man on the 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

morning. He saved my life, so I can’t

have Ethan increase the number of security personnel here. You also need to take

of myself,” Willow said, feeling touched by their concern.

back by the bedside. She had nothing else to do but watch the man. His face had a three-dimensional and profound

and said openly,

the gun at someone earlier? Did he commit a serious crime?” She leaned in and asked softly, her voice

ignored her question, prompting her to bite her

it was already 2.30AM, and she had been through a scare. She drifted off into a doze, and her body swayed a little. Her cute little face looked innocent and

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,

arm. As the bodyguard entered the room, he saw Willow sleeping in such a position