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.

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

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

down her cherished childhood pathway, which led directly to the 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

depths-ones she loved collecting during her younger days. On each visit,

steps, she turned to look at the man while enjoying seeing him in the night. She could feel his strong presence, but at the same time, he was also emanating

His t-shirt did little to conceal his chiseled muscles, and a mischievous thought crossed Willow’s mind-she wanted

more steps, then suddenly turned around and playfully threw herself into Jasper’s arms, much like a

an intimate embrace, providing her the perfect chance to take the lead. As she drew closer, he comprehended her desires and released one

like the night as he gently pinched her chin. He gazed at her flushed face, planting a tender kiss on her forehead, then on the tip of her nose, and finally capturing the soft, crimson