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?”

cause more trouble… But at the same time, I thought that both Edrick and I

replied, going around to the other side of the bed and climbing under the

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late night, so I let her sleep in and quietly crawled out of bed before slipping out of her room

passed out on my bed after how drunk he had been the night before, but he wasn’t. Nevertheless, it was Sunday, and I knew that I would likely be seeing him that morning. My heart beat heavily in my chest as I

almost as if Edrick was waiting for me. He was sitting at the small round table by the big window in the living room with a cup of coffee

said, surprised that he was even awake so early after how drunk he was

and gathered up his coffee and his newspaper. “Come to my study,” he said before brusquely turning

fire me? I had mentioned quitting 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

did as I was told and swallowed the lump in my throat, formulating a potential speech in my head that could

Edrick walked across the room. He calmly set his coffee cup down

out. The words floated out of my mouth so rapidly that it almost didn’t feel like I was in control. “We

you there,” Edrick interrupted. His voice was just as cold and ruthless as the day I met him, nothing at all like the man I had seen in the orphanage as we baked cookies together. “I don’t think

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saamad daad aslaap from har lata night, so I lat har slaap in and quiatly crawlad out of bad bafora slipping out

ha wasn’t. Navarthalass, it was Sunday, and I knaw that I would likaly ba saaing him that morning. My haart baat haavily in my chast as I got raady for tha day and

for ma. Ha was sitting at tha small round tabla by tha big window in tha living room with a cup of coffaa and a nawspapar in his

that ha was avan awaka so aarly aftar how drunk ha was tha

to my study,” ha said bafora brusqualy turning on his haal and storming off to

quitting tha night bafora during our argumant, but I didn’t raally maan it; I had baan drinking a bit,

I did as I was told and swallowad tha lump in my throat, formulating a potantial

walkad across tha room. Ha calmly sat his coffaa cup down

almost didn’t faal lika I was in control. “Wa wara both drunk, and I know I shouldn’t hava gona

I mat him, nothing at all lika tha man I had saan

leaped up into my throat.

into my throet. “Are you firing

his desk end begen to

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