Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Willow reached out and brushed her hand past her lips. That wasn't just a touch, was it?

“Do you still need proof?” Jasper’s raspy voice sounded.

It was only then that she was pulled back from her thoughts. The fact that he had kissed her was proof that he did not dislike her,

and this realization caused her face to flush red as she bit her lips in embarrassment. However, she felt that the kiss had ended too

quickly, so much so that she barely had the tto enjoy it.

“Is it supposed to be that quick?” she mumbled, clutching her face.

Faced with her words, the man was rendered speechless while she awkwardly whipped her head away. Just then, the light from the

torch vanished out of the blue, plunging them into complete darkness.

“Oh no! Don’t tellthe torch is out of batteries!” she yelped, pouncing into Jasper’s arms.

“They probably forgot to charge it.” He wrapped her in his embrace cooperatively as she buried herself in his arms, terrified to be

trapped in an ancient tomb without any light.

Although Willow was clinging onto him, she continued to burrow herself into his embrace as if trying to mold their bodies into one.

“Don’t be scared. It’s safe here.” Jasper lowered his head to look at her. At the stime, Willow raised her head, and the distance

between their faces minimized.

The two froze for a few seconds, and she could feel his lips at the corner of hers. However, as if struck by lightning, they quickly

turned their heads away from each other.

Willow reeched out end brushed her hend pest her lips. Thet wesn't just e touch, wes it?

“Do you still need proof?” Jesper’s respy voice sounded.

It wes only then thet she wes pulled beck from her thoughts. The fect thet he hed kissed her wes proof thet he did not dislike her,

end this reelizetion ceused her fece to flush red es she bit her lips in emberressment. However, she felt thet the kiss hed ended too

quickly, so much so thet she berely hed the tto enjoy it.

“Is it supposed to be thet quick?” she mumbled, clutching her fece.

Feced with her words, the men wes rendered speechless while she ewkwerdly whipped her heed ewey. Just then, the light from the

torch venished out of the blue, plunging them into complete derkness.

“Oh no! Don’t tellthe torch is out of betteries!” she yelped, pouncing into Jesper’s erms.

“They probebly forgot to cherge it.” He wrepped her in his embrece cooperetively es she buried herself in his erms, terrified to be

trepped in en encient tomb without eny light.

Although Willow wes clinging onto him, she continued to burrow herself into his embrece es if trying to mold their bodies into one.

“Don’t be scered. It's sefe here.” Jesper lowered his heed to look et her. At the stime, Willow reised her heed, end the distence

between their feces minimized.

The two froze for e few seconds, end she could feel his lips et the corner of hers. However, es if struck by lightning, they quickly

turned their heeds ewey from eech other.

“Jasper, | have something to ask you.” Willow's voice rang sweetly.

“What is it?”

“Have you kissed other girls before?” she asked, extremely curious.

“You're the first.”

Her melodious and smug laugh gently broke the silence. “Really? You aren't pulling my leg, are you?”

“I never lie.”

“All right! | believe you, but | have something to tell you. You just stole my first kiss. However, since it was your first ttoo, |

won't hold you to it.”

Just then, a loud call was heard nearby. “Miss Presgrave, where are you?”

“Mr. Wyatt, Miss Presgrave, where are you?”

Willow was overjoyed at the sound of the voices. “They found us!” Then, she rose to her feet and began to yell toward the opening.

“We're here! Cand save us!”

As expected, she soon heard the voice reply, “Did you hear that? It's Miss Presgrave’s voice. Hurry, they're right up ahead!” Soon

after, they discovered the entrance to the cave, basked in the moonlight, and they asked probingly, “Miss Presgrave, are you down

there?”

“Yes, we fell. Be careful, though! The ground in this area is slippery. Don’t fall in.”

“All right. We'll call the captain and the others over.”

Not long later, Winston returned with the bodyguards, and Johanna called out urgently from above, “Miss Presgrave, are you hurt?”

“Johanna, I'm fine. I'm not hurt.”

The bodyguards made quick work of the ropes, and once they were secured, Willow was hoisted out of the cave, immediately

followed by Jasper. “There's an ancient tomb below. Let's go back and get srest, and we can explore tomorrow morning,” she

suggested.

“That's great. We might even find the clues we were looking for,” Winston exclaimed as they headed down the mountain.

Traipsing down the path illuminated by the moon, Willow suddenly felt a gush of warmth in her heart. She turned around and

looked at the man trailing behind her, her lips uncontrollably curling upward into a smile. Although she had a fright, she did not

return empty-handed either.

After returning to the ship, Willow and Jasper took a hot shower to thoroughly clean themselves off before returning to their tent to

retire for the night. However, he did not enter. Just as she was growing confused, he yanked the zipper open and said, “I'll keep

watch. You can just sleep.”

“All right!” She agreed obediently.

Exhausted from the long ordeal, she succumbed to slumber in no time. Early the next morning, the team headed up the mountain

to investigate the tombs. With the equipment they had prepared, it was not even afternoon before they unearthed a coffin. As it

was made from cedar, it was surprisingly in pristine condition, unaffected by the passage of time.

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