Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

On a whim, Willow touched Jasper’s forehead, detecting a subtle warmth that piqued her concern. Leaning closer, she inquired with at hint of worry, “You’re so warm. Are you sick?” Sick? It’s all because of you. “No, it’s just too stuffy here, he murmured, trying not to blame anyone or anything.

Then, she extended her hand again to cautiously gauge his forehead’s temperature. Right. He’s not running a fever. He’s just sweating. “You should go outside for some fresh air, she suggested, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.

Willow’s words had an instant effect, propelling Jasper to his feet, and he walked out. With his departure came a gust of cold air, but undeterred, she swiftly claimed his vacated place, basking in the lingering warmth he had left behind.

When he stepped outside, a sudden gust of icy wind embraced him. Suddenly, his keen eyes caught sight of a boat emerging from the misty sea, steadily drawing closer to the island. In ant instant, he darted back to the equipment. storage, grabbed the binoculars, and eagerly. trained them on the approaching vessel. Sure enough, it was heading straight for the same: island he now stood upon..

His face creased with concern, and he hurriedly approached Winston’s tent, saying, “There’s a boat approaching. Wake everyone up.” There’s urgency in his voice.

At the sound of the commotion, Willow emerged from her tent, too, curious to know what was going on. A female team member informed her, “There’s a strange

and questions whirled in her mind. Why would there be a boat coming here? Could it be a

asked nervously. “Don’t worry. My bodyguards will ensure everyone’s safety,” Willow reassured with at gentle smile. After saying this, she approached Jasper, who reached

and she couldn’t resist extending her hand to grab it. While peeking out from her shelter behind him, she brought the binoculars to her eyes to observe the approaching boat. As her gaze swept across the deck, a mysterious figure caught her attention, standing tall and waving in

eyes searching for answers as he inquired, “Do you know him?” A tranquil exhale of relief escaped Willow’s lips as she responded, “He’s the

relief washed over him. “Are you sure you know the person on

his way here.” Jasper’s eyes narrowed as he fixated on the boat.

20 minutes, the boat finally docked, and a man emerged from the deck, overflowing with excitement. It was Tommy Donovan, the affluent heir who had ardently pursued Willow for a relentless three years, undeterred by her steadfast

as he approached. With warm enthusiasm,