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.

Moana said after several long moments. “But that’s okay. I promise that we’ll all

for what happened that morning, but she didn’t tarnish my daughter’s perception of me. Honestly,

this response, and as 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

face grim and cold,

just coming to say goodnight,” I

out of my way, avoiding my gaze, and headed toward her room — but

as she opened her bedroom

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

voice low. She opened her door and stepped in. I followed and closed the

harsh attitude, but I decided to push my own angry thoughts down to at least try to have a civil

wrong ideas about me this morning that I

then? Or am I not allowed to ask or care, even though I’m carrying your

teeth. There were a few choice words that I wanted to say in response to that, but I chose to take the high road instead and 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 then I finished off that whiskey bottle when I got home, but I was only exhausted… Not drunk.” I really wasn’t drunk that night; Moana

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

shook my head, then sighed and stared down at the floor. Admittedly, I didn’t want

almost did sleep with someone,” I admitted. “At the bar. I came close, but… I couldn’t do it. I decided

looked back up, Moana’s eyes were wide. She no longer had her arms 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 three,

and almost childlike. Even in the dim light of