Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

After a short while, Jasper finished paying the bill, but Willow remained far away. He approached her with the shopping bags, affectionately ruffled her hair, and held her hand as they left the supermarket.

Once they got in the car, the Presgraves had already arranged for Willow’s luggage to be sent ahead so she and Jasper could head to the docks immediately and set sail for the island that night.

Since she was a woman of action, she always followed through on her plans without delay. On the Presgrave side, they had arranged for al five-star chef and four dedicated servants to cater to Willow and Jasper’s needs during their stay.

The yacht departed from the harbor at 3.00PM, marking the start of their romantic voyage at sea and their private island getaway. After a three-hour boat ride, they finally saw a large island come into view. That island belonged to the Presgrave family, which was acquired after Elliot and Anastasia celebrated their wedding. there, and it had become their family’s go-to vacation destination.

Jasper moved into a villa by the beach. Since she was tired from the boat ride, he brought her to the balcony to rest. She leaned against his shoulder, gazing at the vast ocean, reveling in the joy of having her

savored their first candlelit dinner beneath the stars, with Willow recounting the events of the ribbon- cutting ceremony. As she spoke, Jasper listened attentively, occasionally pausing to admire her. To him, she was like a work of art

ocean. She used to pester her father to bring her here because she was too afraid to come alone. Additionally, the beach at night was enchanting, offering the opportunity to find exquisite seashells. Holding hands, Jasper listened to her reminisce about her childhood, painting a vivid picture of a young

younger days. On each visit, she would return with a bucketful of these seashells. While she fondly

enjoying seeing him in the night. She could feel his strong

Jasper appeared tall and well-built. His t-shirt did little to conceal his chiseled muscles, and a mischievous thought crossed Willow’s mind-she wanted to peel away the composed facade he wore and explore his

playfully threw herself into Jasper’s arms, much like a mischievous child. He immediately opened

her slender legs encircling his waist. It was an intimate embrace, providing her the perfect chance to take the lead. As she drew closer, he

her chin. He gazed at her flushed face, planting a tender kiss on