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

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…

I stood there, I saw the light flick off in the room followed by the sound

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

to say

my way, avoiding my gaze, and

as she opened her bedroom door, “I’d

She seemed to be 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 explain anything. Even though I tried to make it up to both her and Ella

and stepped in. I followed and closed the door behind us. “What is it?” she asked as she folded her arms across

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

raising an eyebrow. “Was that your perfume, then? Or am I not allowed to ask or care, even

“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 then I finished off that whiskey

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

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

someone,” I admitted. “At the bar. I came close, but… I

hung at 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 that tears