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.

gaze carrying a touch of seriousness. It was

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

stay with him until morning. He saved my life, so I can’t just

her. She said, “I’ll have Ethan increase the number of security personnel

feeling touched by their concern. It

man. His face had a three-dimensional and profound beauty, like a work of art. The

and said openly, “I’m just

gaze. “Why did you point the gun at someone earlier? Did he commit a serious

her lip awkwardly. This man seems difficult to get

bodyguards outside occasionally peeked in 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

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

soft touch of her delicate cheek made the man tense up, his brow furrowing, but he did not withdraw his arm. As the bodyguard entered the room, he saw Willow sleeping in such a position and felt