Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Since he had a tall figure and was slightly leaning in, there was half a finger’s length between Willow’s red lips and his when he pulled her into his embrace. They almost pressed against each other..

She exhaled lightly, and the man’s breaths seemed to grow heavier as well. The two did not remove themselves right away. Instead, they maintained a sliver of distance in between. For Willow, she did not want to push him away, but she was scared to get close too. She feared that everything was just her imagination and that she was the clown here.

She looked up to see the man’s thick eyelashes forming a fan-like shade over his eyes. It was rare to see such thick eyelashes around these parts. The man released her first, and she quickly stepped back. In the small narrow space, their breaths could be heard clearly.

Just then, a mouse suddenly dashed out of nowhere, perhaps startled by the movements, and coincidentally ran up to Willow’s feet. The man’s sharp senses seemed to have foreseen it as he clasped his hand over her mouth to muffle her upcoming screams. Then, he carried her in his arms.

Willow was afraid at first, but at that moment, her butt was seated on the man’s firm arms. She was carried in the man’s embrace like a child, and his other hand covered her dainty mouth. There was an indescribable yet suggestive quality to their posture.

However, her small tongue accidentally touched the man’s palm as well. In that instant, a force seemed to ram into the man’s heart and turn his breaths even

out after her. He

his laptop, and the woman seated opposite him was looking at her with an examining look. When she met the woman’s gaze, the woman even smiled

supporting her chin as she recalled everything that had happened. If he did not care about her life, why would he pick her up when the mouse ran up to her just

Presgrave, there would be quite a crowd later. After we pick up Mr. Easteria later, we’ll take him here to meet up with you.” “All right.” Willow

10 minutes earlier. Just then, Aimee got up and went downstairs too, leaving Jasper alone. She wore a pair of sunglasses, which was an advanced video camera. All the videos she recorded would

the other. The bodyguard held up a sign with the words ‘Troy

a target. The man was about 6 feet tall and wore fashionable sunglasses. Behind him, two bodyguards were carrying simple suitcases as they followed him. He

smiled as he spoke. “Thank you.” Troy Easteria flashed a handsome. smile. His features indicated mixed lineage, and there was a sapphire earring on his left ear, injecting a hint of charm into his handsomeness. He was 26 years old, but he exuded the aura of a womanizer. “This way,