Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Zacharias sighed softly, his actions not entirely clear in purpose, but he proceeded nevertheless. He intended to make Cole understand that he was actively pursuing Shirley. If Cole were willing to withdraw from this competition, it would be best for him.

She returned to her room and checked her phone, only to be met with disappointment when she found no message from Cole inquiring about the morning’s events. This left her wondering if there had been a misunderstanding.

However, only Cole was privy to the truth of the matter. At noon, the housekeeper prepared lunch, though Shirley’s lack of appetite kept her from descending to partake. Nonetheless, the servant was diligent and delivered a meal to her room. Gratefully, she accepted the tray and expressed her thanks.

“Don’t mention it. This was an order from Mr. Flintstone himself.”

Shirley was speechless. Dining on the second floor, she pondered the purpose of her current role. It seemed less like being a bodyguard and more like a companion to Zacharias, who spent his time idly at home.

for boxing. Today, she turned the punching bag into an image of Zacharias, unleashing her pent-up frustration with fast and

she heard applause from the side and immediately turned into a defensive stance. Zacharias was standing there, watching her. Shirley, who was drenched in sweat, lowered her

the punching bag as if it were me,” he said with

denying her intentions. She had indeed wanted to take her

“Once my injury has fully healed, we can have a rematch. She felt a sense of relief after her release, realizing that harboring anger toward him was ultimately fruitless. She simply needed to endure for another three months, at which point she would regain her freedom. She could then choose to minimize her interactions

professional responsibilities,” Shirley said calmly, adopting a more

drained, she passed by him,

His voice carried a

under the dim lighting. However, her heart was already spoken for, and

idea of easily forsaking her feelings for someone she cared about in favor of falling in love with someone else, Shirley couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person she might become. Would she be labeled as fickle, shifting affections so readily? Such a thought troubled her deeply, and she realized that she wouldn’t even like herself if she allowed her heart to waver and her

and said, “I must be honest, Zacharias. I do appreciate your qualities, but the person I have feelings for is Cole. I cannot entertain the

didn’t play favorites, and even