His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 89: Art Lessons

Moana

As I walked around the room and helped the children with their art, I suddenly heard the sound of the floorboards creaking in the doorway. Thinking that it was Sophia coming to check on how everything was going, I looked up with a smile.

That smile quickly faded, however, when I realized it wasn’t Sophia, but was in fact Edrick who was standing there. He had an indiscernible expression on his face and stood as still as a statue in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, his eyes locked on mine for several long, palpable moments.

Was I seeing things, or had the cold Alpha billionaire finally realized the fault in breaking his promise to his daughter?

But before I could even process the fact that he apparently seemed to have changed his mind for whatever reason, Ella snapped her head up and gasped loudly.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, jumping up out of her chair and running up to him. “You came!”

Morgan!” they shouted excitedly, jumping up and down on

little girl’s cheek. “Hello, Matthew. Nice shirt you’ve got

all of this went on, I just stood there in a state of abject shock with wide eyes and an open mouth. It seemed that the Alpha billionaire changed his mind after all and wound up keeping his promise to his daughter; that didn’t mean that I wasn’t still furious with him, not only for

at me. “Am I interrupting

Well—” I stuttered, still taken off

she said, grabbing his hand and leading him over to her work station while the other children returned

his daughter’s canvas, which contained anything but a flower at this point. “That’s very

“Are you gonna paint

honey, I don’t

begged, clasping her

nodded, letting out a sigh. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll

that he agreed to join the lesson made my attitude toward him soften even more. Without a word, I walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed a spare apron for him to wear, then handed it to him along with a small canvas and a paintbrush.

took the apron and hesitantly put it on, then made his way over to one of the tables and sat down. He looked comically large in the chair that was meant for a child, causing the other children to giggle and point. But, much to my

painted rather sloppily and wound up splattering quite a bit of paint on his sleeves.

entirely forgotten about the perfume and our subsequent argument and only found myself smiling and laughing along with Edrick and the children. The Alpha billionaire was a surprisingly bad artist, and almost seemed as though he’d never even picked up a paintbrush before in his entire life. Watching him struggle was endearing, and at one

the lesson had to come to an end. I clapped my hands to get the children’s — and Edrick’s — attention, then instructed them to get up and walk around to

a big kid on his own, wandering around with his hands clasped behind his back. It admittedly made me smile a bit,