Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

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At 8.00PM, Nigel left his parents’ home after dinner and started driving back to his place. He turned the

music up while driving and began to enjoy his alone time as usual when all of a sudden, he started

getting the feeling as if he had left something undone.

Soon, a woman’s face popped up in his head. He narrowed his eyes. Right. That woman’s still at the

hotel. She should’ve gotten off work by now. Where did she go? Did she go home? But she did say she

ran away from home and even refused to leave my place last night, so she’s probably too ashamed to

go home. That means she could still be at the hotel.

His brain was telling him to forget about Queenie, but his hands had already started steering the car

toward the hotel.

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Half an hour later, Nigel’s distinguished figure made its way across the hotel lobby. He had a pretty

good idea of where he could find her. If she were still in the hotel, there was only one place she could

be-the staff lounge.

He headed up to the floor with all the various lounges. No one else seemed to be around at this hour,

and he started checking every single one of the staff lounges until he finally found Queenie all curled

up and fast asleep on the couch in the lounge at the end of the corridor.

The air was chilly in the air-conditioned lounge, causing Queenie to curl up like a ball. Her hair was tied

up, which left her beautiful face clear for all to see. As the light in the room cast upon her, her pretty

features looked all the more mesmerizing. She looked even more alluring in her sleep. Nigel had to

admit that she was a fairly attractive woman.

He started thinking that her fate would have been very different if another man had taken her home

instead of him last night.

“Hey! Queenie Silverstein! Wake up.” Nigel started calling out to Queenie.

However, she was sound asleep and didn’t stir at all. Nigel had no choice but to resort to physical

means. He started patting her soft, tender cheek with the back of his hand. “Hurry up and wake up,

Queenie.”

Queenie was startled awake at last. She shot up straight on the couch and looked at the man in front of

her in fright before realizing who it was.

The anxiety in her eyes gave way to a look of child-like surprise. “It’s you! Are you here to pick me up?”

The look in her eyes and the words that came out of her mouth made her seem like an abandoned

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puppy that had grown to rely on Nigel. He felt a pang in his heart. Is she really that ecstatic that I’m

here to pick her up?

He stood up and said coolly, “We have rules in this hotel. Employees are not allowed to spend the night

in the staff lounge.

Queenie was still smiling. His words didn’t affect her sense of joy in any way. She felt as if someone

had extended a warm hand out to her at her bleakest point in life.

“Ahh!” She had just planted her feet on the floor when she suddenly fell back onto the couch. Nigel,

who had just turned to leave, turned his head around to look at her. He frowned and asked, “What’s

wrong?”

She was a little too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. She massaged her calves and said, “My legs

have gone numb from the way I was sleeping.”