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.

“But that’s okay. I promise that we’ll all still have our happily ever after… It’ll just be

She could have easily said something sarcastic or backhanded because of how angry she was with me for what happened that 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

flick off in the room followed by the sound of Moana’s footsteps approaching. I didn’t have time to move out

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

just coming to say

of my way, avoiding my gaze, and headed

I said, standing behind her as she opened her

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

said, her voice low. She opened her door and stepped in. I followed and closed the door behind us. “What

still by her harsh attitude, but I decided to push my own angry thoughts down

this

“Was that your perfume, then? Or am I not

took a deep breath before responding. “First of all, I’m sorry that I fell asleep like that on the couch,” I said. “I had a drink at the bar, and

a bit of a distance, I realized how

then sighed and stared down at the floor. Admittedly, I didn’t want the truth to

“At the bar. I came close, but…

had them hung at her sides, where she was clenching and unclenching her fists. Whether it was out of anger,

small and almost childlike. Even in the dim light of her room, I could see that tears were beginning to form