His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 29

Chapter 29: The Unexpected Alpha Philanthropist
Moana

My trance with the TV was broken by the sound of Selina’s voice coming from beside me.

“Interesting,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “That’s more than I expected.”

I turned to face her, still surprised by Edrick’s sudden act of generosity. “He doesn’t do things like this often, does he?” I asked.

Selina shrugged. “Every so often. It’s usually once a year or so these past few years, but it’s never made public, and it’s rarely this much. I wonder what changed to make him donate such a large amount and for him to allow it to be televised.”

“And to an orphanage, no less,” Lily chimed in from behind me.

Shrugging again, Selina turned around and started to head back to the kitchen. I followed her, still curious about the situation. “You said it’s been happening just for the past few years?” I asked.

with a damp sponge that it was making the metal racks on the inside of the oven rattle. “If you’re really all that interested, you can look online. I’m sure there are

was flipping absentmindedly through the channels as she searched for cartoons. I searched WereCorp’s most recent public relations campaigns, and lo and behold: there was a list of articles with vague

grown bored of flipping through the television channels and was now

my lap and beginning to tickle her.

of the little girl’s giggles, but I couldn’t quite shake

…

and if he did, I wondered if he wouldn’t want to sleep together after our argument.

didn’t answer before he opened the door and came in. He was already in his pajamas, and stormed over to the other side of the bed without a word. I could tell

glancing up from my sketchbook to look at Edrick as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Something about a billionaire CEO donating a hefty sum of money to

tone of

really. I just think it’s interesting that just yesterday you thought that compassion was pointless,

to do certain things sometimes to uphold

back down at my sketchbook and continued working on my most recent drawing: a picture of the city at night, using the view from

for several minutes — so long, in fact, that I wondered if he was even going to answer at all. He laid down on the other side of the bed on his side, with his back turned to me. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of the city below, which was nothing but white noise to me after growing up in the city. Aside from the sounds of the city, there was the sound of my pencil scratching

of a sudden,

human… workers in the factories think that they’re not treated as equally as their werewolf counterparts,” he said. “It’s absurd, really. I’ve always tried my best to be fair to everyone in my company.

looking up from my sketchbook to look over at Edrick. “Why do they say that they’re being

shrugged. “It’s

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