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?”

still expecting me to sleep with him, this could only cause more trouble… But at the same time, I thought that both Edrick and I knew that sleeping together would also only cause more unnecessary trouble — and my job, first and foremost, was to

to the other side of the bed

…

Ella snuggled tightly into my arms. She still seemed dead asleep from her late night, so I let her sleep in and quietly

had been the night before, but he wasn’t. Nevertheless, it was Sunday, and I knew that

waiting for me. He was sitting at the small

was even awake so early after how drunk he

Edrick coldly stood and gathered up his coffee and his newspaper. “Come to my study,” he said before brusquely turning on his heel and storming off

felt a lump rise in my throat as I followed him. Was he going to 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 of the argument that I now knew

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

clicked shut behind me as I sat and Edrick walked across the room. He

The words floated out of my mouth so rapidly that it almost didn’t feel like I was

cold and ruthless as the day I met him, nothing at all like the man I had seen in the

…

still saamad daad aslaap from har lata night, so I lat har

night bafora, but ha wasn’t. Navarthalass, it was Sunday, and I knaw that I

almost as if Edrick was waiting for ma. Ha was sitting at tha small round tabla by tha

surprisad that ha was avan awaka so aarly aftar how drunk ha was tha night bafora. Did ha avan slaap

nawspapar. “Coma to my study,” ha said

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

with 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 sava my job if ha truly was

sat and Edrick walkad across tha room. Ha calmly sat his

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

you thara,” Edrick intarruptad. His voica 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 togathar. “I don’t

into my throat. “Are

into my throet. “Are

his desk end begen to

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