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.

her arm and tugged her back. She fell into his embrace and bumped

flirting with him too much. This gave him an excuse to spoil her. Before Willow knew what was happening, Jasper had already held her chin. She was enveloped by his scent, and as her heart raced,

Willow buried her head in

charge and held them above her head. It was exciting for Willow. It felt like she was under

succumbed to her hunter, and they fell into

in tow. A

a while, Mrs. Hetna.”

Your grandmother is waiting for you at

out of the airport 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

got into the car and held up her phone to check something. A photo of a man was shown on her screen. He was in a typical suit, his gaze filled with decisiveness. It felt like he was a