Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Willow only noticed that Old Mr. Wyatt had collected a lot of famous paintings once the place was cleaned up. The whole villa felt classy. She loved this place.

Jasper wrapped his arm around her waist. “Like these? If you don’t, I can tear them down and renovate the house again.”

Willow turned back quickly. “I love these. I love your parents’ tastes. You don’t need to renovate it again.” Willow felt for him. This was the last piece of proof of his family. She couldn’t bear to have him renovate it again.

Jasper looked down at her and pulled her hair back. As he stared at her face, he gulped, and something flickered in his eyes. He couldn’t hold back whenever it came to her-all the emotional control he learned in the organization would always melt away, and he would show his desire in its full, uncontrollable form.

Sensing this, Willow felt her cheeks burn up, but she still mustered up her courage to stand on her tiptoe and brush her lips across Jasper’s. She tried to run away right after that.

grabbed her arm and tugged her back. She fell into his embrace and bumped into his chest. Willow chuckled. Her sweet,

much. This gave him an excuse to spoil her. Before Willow knew what was

in his chest, her heart fluttering like a butterfly. She often wondered if

where to place her hands, Jasper took charge and held them above her head. It was exciting for Willow. It felt like she was under his control -suffocating but

to her hunter, and they fell into the pits

slender figure came out of Averna’s airport with a suitcase in tow. A middle-aged woman was the one welcoming her. She came over and said, “Hello,

been a while, Mrs. Hetna.” Shirley came ahead,

is waiting for you

and took a breath of the crisp air. “Feels good to be home.” A smug gaze filled her eyes as she thought of how she had successfully fooled her

on her screen. He was in a