Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

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Chapter 1116

Although it was snowy outside, the temperature inside the room was warm, and at that moment, there

were sounds of footsteps coming from the second floor. Ruka lifted her head and saw Ren‘s figure. He

had just taken a shower too. He was dressed in a black sweater paired with a pair of trainers. His dark

hair was not slicked–up like how it was in the daytime but was currently tousled loosely on his

forehead. He looked five years younger than his actual age.

Ruka‘s heart thudded frantically, and she couldn‘t help recalling that kiss as her face flushed bright red.

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Ren had a jacket draped on his wrist. As he stood in front of her, he handed it over to her. “Put this on if

you feel cold.”

Ruka reached out to take the jacket, and she put it on subsequently. Ren then went to pour a glass of

warm water to hand it to her.

“Thank you.” Ruka was sincerely grateful for his kind concern.

“Do you really like him that much?” Ren sat by the couch on the side and picked up a book casually

before flipping through it.

Ruka held the mug as she recalled how she had sobbed in a drunken state and had even spouted

nonsense to him in the car.

Now that she had come back to her senses, she felt quite awkward and was so tempted to bury her

head in the ground.

“I‘ve caused a disturbance toward you tonight.” Ruka pursed her lips and sneaked a furtive look at his

expression.

“In the future, no matter the trouble you encounter, you should never touch alcohol again.” The man

lifted his head, and there was a commanding aura in his eyes.

At that moment, a shudder ran through her and she quickly nodded earnestly. “Sure, I promise you that

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I won‘t ever drink alcohol at random again.”

“You‘re worth someone much better.” There was a complicated look in Ren‘s eyes as he looked at her.

Ruka was at her least confident moment tonight and her unrequited love had ended up on a sad note,

so evidently, she didn‘t think that she was worthy of being loved. She puffed her cheeks and spoke with

a self–defeated tone, “It‘s fine even if no one loves me. I can provide myself with sufficient self–love

and that‘s enough for me.”

“Who told you that no one loves you?” He narrowed his eyes.

Ruka lifted her head and asked him a question, “Who is it that loves me?”

“I love you very much.” His voice was slightly hoarse and there was a rarely seen tender expression on

his cold face.