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.

back. She fell into his embrace and bumped into his chest.

gave him an excuse to spoil her. Before Willow knew what was happening, Jasper had

and carried her in his arms. Willow buried her head in his chest, her heart fluttering like a butterfly. She often

place her hands, Jasper took charge and held them above her head. It was exciting

succumbed to her hunter, and they fell into

tow. A middle-aged woman was the one welcoming her. She came over

been a while, Mrs. Hetna.”

while. Your grandmother is waiting for you at home.

She walked 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

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