His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 93: Regrets

Edrick

I was passing by Ella’s room when I overheard Moana and Ella talking, and my heart sank a little when I heard Ella’s question.

“Um… Do you think that you and my daddy really will get married one day?” she asked, no doubt because of the children at the orphanage thinking that Moana and I were engaged.

There was a long pause; I almost considered going in there and talking to Ella myself as I wasn’t quite sure how well Moana would handle it, especially after how upset she’d been that morning, but it turned out that I didn’t need to.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out that way,” Moana finally replied. Her voice was soft and gentle.

“Well… Why not?” Ella asked. “In all of my fairytales and princess movies, the boy and the girl always fall in love and get married and live happily ever after.”

Another pause.

long moments. “But that’s okay. I promise that we’ll all still have our happily ever

morning, but she didn’t tarnish my daughter’s perception of me. Honestly, did I even deserve that? Sometimes I wondered if Ella should know that her father was… Not the man she thought I was. I couldn’t help but wonder, either, if

I stood there, I saw the light flick off in the room followed by the sound of Moana’s footsteps approaching. I didn’t have time to move out of the way before she opened the door and

said, her face grim and cold, “I didn’t know you were

coming to

awake, so now’s your chance.” She then stepped out of my way, avoiding my gaze, and headed toward her room — but

as she opened her bedroom door, “I’d like

unsure as to whether she wanted to speak to me or not, and I understood that, but at the same time I felt as though I had a right to explain myself. She got some seriously wrong ideas about me that morning that I needed to set straight, and she hadn’t given me a chance all day to

closed the door behind us. “What is it?” she asked as she

bit annoyed still by her harsh attitude, but I decided to push my own angry thoughts down to at least try to have

ideas about me this morning that I

perfume, then? Or am I not allowed to ask or care,

I’m sorry that I fell asleep like that on the couch,” I said. “I had a drink at the bar, and then I finished off that whiskey bottle when I got home, but I was only exhausted… Not drunk.”

then?” she interrupted, her frown deepening. I watched her for a moment as she glared up at me. As I stood in front of her, even from a bit of a distance, I realized how small she was despite the air of indignant confidence she was trying to put across. She almost seemed to be unintentionally making herself smaller with her stance and her

floor. Admittedly, I didn’t want the truth to come

with someone,” I admitted. “At the bar. I came close, but… I couldn’t do

folded across her chest and now had them hung at her sides, where she was clenching and unclenching her fists. Whether it was out of anger, frustration, hurt, or all

she asked. Her voice, which had been solid and even-toned before, now sounded small and almost childlike. Even in the dim light of her room, I could see