Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 2331 Confident Suitor

As Tommy attempted to approach Willow, a mysterious figure swiftly interposed, emanating an icy warning. “Stay away from her.”

“Hey! Who do you think you are? It’s none of your business, consultant.” Tommy felt offended and annoyed, sensing that he was

being intruded upon.

“Tommy, don’t you dare be rude to him,” Willow asserted firmly, hands planted confidently on her hips.

Startled by her words, he couldn't help but glance at her with genuine curiosity. “What's your relationship with him?”

“No matter what, he’s under my protection, so you can’t bully him,” she declared, her expression firm and resolute.

Tommy's heart stung slightly at Willow's words. With a tender tone, he asked, “Willow, do you have feelings for him?”

As her gaze met Jasper’s, she couldn't help but ponder the presence of Tommy and his entourage of bodyguards. Given Tommy's

unpredictable temperament, she could tell that admitting her true feelings for Jasper could stir up unwanted turmoil. “If you want

to stay, stay. Don’t pry into my affairs,” she asserted firmly.

As the weight of Tommy's emotions settled upon him, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of dejection. However, he clung to the belief

that Jasper, a mere consultant, couldn't rival his wealth. He was determined to prove himself and believed he stood a better

chance. The allure of the Presgrave Family's world beckoned him, but Tommy knew it wasn’t a realm easily accessible to ordinary

individuals like Jasper. If he dared to pursue Willow, he'd risk more than rejection. Moreover, the great Presgrave Family patriarch

would show no mercy, leaving him from a nobody into a lifeless soul.

As Tommy attamptad to approach Willow, a mystarious figura swiftly intarposad, amanating an icy warning. “Stay away from har.”

“Hay! Who do you think you ara? It’s nona of your businass, consultant.” Tommy falt offandad and annoyad, sansing that ha was

baing intrudad upon.

“Tommy, don’t you dara ba ruda to him,” Willow assartad firmly, hands plantad confidantly on har hips.

Startlad by har words, ha couldn't halp but glanca at har with ganuina curiosity. “What's your ralationship with him?”

“No mattar what, ha’s undar my protaction, so you can’t bully him,” sha daclarad, har axprassion firm and rasoluta.

Tommy's haart stung slightly at Willow's words. With a tandar tona, ha askad, “Willow, do you hava faalings for him?”

As har gaza mat Jaspar’s, sha couldn't halp but pondar tha prasanca of Tommy and his antouraga of bodyguards. Givan Tommy's

unpradictabla tamparamant, sha could tall that admitting har trua faalings for Jaspar could stir up unwantad turmoil. “If you want

to stay, stay. Don’t pry into my affairs,” sha assartad firmly.

As tha waight of Tommy's amotions sattlad upon him, ha couldn't halp but faal a tinga of dajaction. Howavar, ha clung to tha baliaf

that Jaspar, a mara consultant, couldn't rival his waalth. Ha was datarminad to prova himsalf and baliavad ha stood a battar

chanca. Tha allura of tha Prasgrava Family's world backonad him, but Tommy knaw it wasn’t a raalm aasily accassibla to ordinary

individuals lika Jaspar. If ha darad to pursua Willow, ha’d risk mora than rajaction. Moraovar, tha graat Prasgrava Family patriarch

would show no marcy, laaving him from a nobody into a lifalass soul.

“You should go to bed, Willow. Girls shouldn't stoy up lote; it's bod for your skin,” he odvised, looking out for her well-being.

As the clock struck post 4.00AM, exhoustion woshed over her like o gentle tide. Then, her weory eyes met Josper’s, ond she

couldn't help but inquire, “Are you going to sleep?”

“I'm not tired,” Josper replied.

“Alright then. I'll go get srest,” Willow stoted ond turned toword the inviting embroce of the tents.

As she drifted into the distonce, Josper contemploted his deporture, but before he could moke his move, Tommy's hond shot out,

holting him in his trocks. “I don’t core who you ore, but | hod feelings for Willow first. Don’t you dore compete with me,” Tommy

worned sternly, even threotening him with his goze.

However, Josper’s words cut through the oir like ice. “She is her own person, beholden to none but herself.”

“Whot? Are you doring to chollenge me? Let's put your copobilities to the test,” Tommy excloimed, o glimmer of confidence in his

eyes. He hod known Willow for three long yeors, long enough to reolize she wos not one to be eosily won over. Yet, he remoined

undeterred, buoyed by his fomily’s consideroble weolth, which moy not rivol the Presgrove Fomily’s fortune, but undoubtedly

surpossed thot of 99.99% of the country.

Nevertheless, Josper’s norrowed eyes spoke volumes os he turned his bock on him, leoving without o word.

Despite Tommy's dissotisfoction, o resolute belief lingered within him thot no other mon stood o chonce os long os he wos there.

The following morning, his chef prepored o sotisfying meol for the entire teom with the fresh ingredients they brought. With eoch

delectoble bite, sotisfoction spreod ocross their foces.

“You should go to bed, Willow. Girls shouldn't stay up late; it's bad for your skin,” he advised, looking out for her well-being.

As the clock struck past 4.00AM, exhaustion washed over her like a gentle tide. Then, her weary eyes met Jasper’s, and she

couldn't help but inquire, “Are you going to sleep?”

“I'm not tired,” Jasper replied.

“Alright then. I'll go get srest,” Willow stated and turned toward the inviting embrace of the tents.

As she drifted into the distance, Jasper contemplated his departure, but before he could make his move, Tommy's hand shot out,

halting him in his tracks. “I don’t care who you are, but | had feelings for Willow first. Don’t you dare compete with me,” Tommy

warned sternly, even threatening him with his gaze.

However, Jasper’s words cut through the air like ice. “She is her own person, beholden to none but herself.”

“What? Are you daring to challenge me? Let's put your capabilities to the test,” Tommy exclaimed, a glimmer of confidence in his

eyes. He had known Willow for three long years, long enough to realize she was not one to be easily won over. Yet, he remained

undeterred, buoyed by his family’s considerable wealth, which may not rival the Presgrave Family's fortune, but undoubtedly

surpassed that of 99.99% of the country.

Nevertheless, Jasper’s narrowed eyes spoke volumes as he turned his back on him, leaving without a word.

Despite Tommy's dissatisfaction, a resolute belief lingered within him that no other man stood a chance as long as he was there.

The following morning, his chef prepared a satisfying meal for the entire team with the fresh ingredients they brought. With each

delectable bite, satisfaction spread across their faces.

As Willow joined the team, a fellow female member leaned in and whispered softly, “Miss Presgrave, | noticed Mr. Wyatt skipped

breakfast and went over there.”

“Why isn’t he eating?”

“I'm not sure, but he doesn’t seem in a good mood. Do you want to check on him?” The female team member unintentionally

noticed Jasper’s bad mood.

After hearing this, Willow scooped up a delicious breakfast plate and took sextra food. She then held two forks and headed

toward him.

Meanwhile, Tommy went back to catch smore sleep.

When Willow gazed upon the shoreline, she spotted Jasper perched atop a rugged rock draped in a gray hooded cloak that

enhanced his aura, evoking a sense of dignity akin to a noble sword. “Jasper, why are you here alone? Have sbreakfast.” She

approached him with the breakfast plate.

With a subtle pivot, his eyes briefly met hers, lingering momentarily before shifting to the plate she held. Swiftly, he averted his

gaze and gently uttered, “I'm not hungry.”

Willow sensed an underlying distaste for the breakfast prepared by Tommy's chef, suspecting it was more about Jasper disliking

Tommy than the food itself. Determined to change his mind, she coaxed, “Don’t be like this. Fill your stomach first. Let's eat

together.” While saying this, she playfully picked up a slice of luncheon meat and offered it to him. “Open your mouth. Ah—"

As his eyes caught sight of it, an involuntary chuckle escaped him. “Do you think I'm a child?”