Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“If you don’t take my money, then I’ll think of you as my man. However, I’ll only see you as a friend if you do take my money. Make your choice,” Willow said, confident that he would not take her money.

“Willow,” Jasper gently called. Upon hearing his gentle voice, Willow choked up, thinking he was about to inform her of his departure. She covered her ears and said, “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear you say that you’re leaving me. If you plan on saying that, then don’t say a word. After we arrive at the harbor, you can leave when I’m not looking.”

While looking at her, Jasper suddenly felt his heart thumping. Leaving was something inevitable, and leaving Willow after staying with her and spending time together would only make his departure more painful for the both of them.

He could not guarantee her a good future, so he could not promise her anything. Though he was not afraid of the consequences of his promises, he was afraid of hurting the woman he loved.

When Willow turned around, she had tears running down her cheeks as she stared at the man before her. She put down her hands and stubbornly pursed her lips. “Are you really going to leave me?”

“Do you need me to help you with anything else?” he asked. “Yes. I need you to stay with me. You are not allowed to leave.” Willow looked at him with teary eyes.

get off the boat, we won’t be

heard Willow’s cries coming from behind him, and he immediately stopped walking. Though he had turned his head to

at the man she tried to keep but failed,

beside the window as he also had no appetite. Johanna approached him

“You should go instead!” “From what I see, she might be hoping

worse

with no choice, Johanna could only bring the food upstairs herself. As expected, Willow was standing before the floor-to-ceiling

truth. She did not turn around because her eyes were red from crying, and she refused

only bring the food downstairs.

night again, and everyone else was asleep. It had been a tough expedition, so everyone

Even though he knew who it was, he

on our separate paths, why don’t we have a talk?’ Willow

sat on the couch and looked at the bright moon in the sky