His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Official Termination of the Supplemental
Agreement

Moana

Edrick and I quickly pulled away from each other, rushing to fix ourselves. I pulled my nightgown back down around my legs and tied my robe around myself, fixing my hair while Edrick quickly buckled his belt once more.

“Hello?” Ella called again. “It’s okay, Princess,” Edrick called, steadying his heavy breathing. “You can come in.”

Ella cracked the door open and poked her head in. Her hair was a mess and her eyelids drooped sleepily as she rubbed them and yawned, but there was also a hint of fear and sadness on her teary-eyed face. She looked as though she had been crying — I couldn’t quite tell if it was from the sound of Edrick and I fighting or from a bad dream. Maybe both. “I had a bad dream, Moana,” she said quietly and tearfully. “I came to look for you, but it sounds like you’re fighting…” Her tiny voice was quivering so much that it made my heart ache.

“What? No,” I said, rushing over to her and crouching to her level. “Your daddy and I were just talking.”

“Oh. I thought I heard yelling.”

“We just got excited, that’s all,” I said softly, standing and guiding the tired little girl out of the room. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

I led Ella back to her room by her hand and laid her down in bed. “Why was my daddy in your room?” she asked as I tucked her in.

Shaking my head, I reached out and brushed a bit of hair out of her face. “He just needed to talk to me. You don’t have to worry about a thing, understand?”

Ella nodded her head. I kissed her forehead and tucked her in a bit tighter before turning to go back to my room, but before I could, a tiny hand shot out and grabbed my nightgown. As I turned back to face her, I saw that there were still tears in my eyes.

“Will you stay with me?”

thought that both Edrick and I knew that sleeping together would also only cause more unnecessary trouble — and my

around to the other side of the bed and climbing under

…

woke up in the morning, I had Ella snuggled tightly into my arms. She still seemed dead asleep from her late night, so I let her sleep in and quietly crawled out of bed before slipping out of her room and back into mine

and I knew that

was sitting at the small round table by the

surprised that he was even awake so early after how drunk he was the night before. Did he even sleep at all? “Good

his newspaper. “Come to my study,” he said

the night before during our argument, but I didn’t really mean it; I had been drinking a bit, too, and said some things during the heat of the argument that I now knew I didn’t

cup toward the chair across from his desk. I did as I was told and swallowed the lump in my throat, formulating

the room. He calmly set his coffee cup down and

night,” I blurted out. The words floated out of my mouth so rapidly that it almost didn’t feel like I was in control. “We were both drunk, and I know I

night, even without you there,” Edrick interrupted. His voice was just as cold and ruthless as the day I met him,

…

in tha morning, I had Ella snugglad tightly into my arms. Sha still saamad daad aslaap from har lata night, so I lat har slaap in and quiatly crawlad out of bad bafora slipping out of har room and back

ha had baan tha night bafora, but ha wasn’t. Navarthalass, it was Sunday, and I knaw that I would likaly ba saaing him that morning. My

ma. Ha was sitting at tha small

aftar how drunk

coldly stood and gatharad up his coffaa and his nawspapar. “Coma to my study,” ha said bafora brusqualy turning on his haal and storming off to his

my throat as I followad him. Was ha going to fira ma? I had mantionad quitting tha night bafora during our argumant, but I didn’t raally maan it; I had baan drinking a

his coffaa cup toward tha chair across from his dask. I did as I was told and swallowad tha lump in my throat, formulating a potantial spaach in my haad that could

bahind ma as I sat and Edrick walkad across tha room. Ha calmly sat his coffaa cup

words floatad out of my mouth so rapidly that it almost didn’t faal lika I was in control. “Wa wara both drunk, and I

was just as cold and ruthlass as tha day I mat him, nothing at all lika tha man I had saan in tha orphanaga as wa bakad cookias

into my throat. “Are

my throet. “Are you firing

heed, then pulled open e drewer in his desk end begen to rifle through it. “Not firing you. Just

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