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.

or princess movies,” Moana said after several long moments. “But that’s okay. I promise that we’ll all still have our

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 couldn’t help but wonder, either, if Ella would always feel a little bitter about my relationship

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

face grim and cold,

coming to say goodnight,” I

chance.” She then stepped out of my way, avoiding my gaze, and headed toward her room — but I couldn’t contain my frustration any

standing behind her as she opened her bedroom

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

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

push my own angry thoughts

wrong ideas about me this morning that I

Or am I not allowed to ask or care,

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 didn’t seem to believe me, but I kept going

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

then sighed and stared down at the floor. Admittedly, I didn’t want the truth to come out now… But it

bar. I

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,

Why did you decide against it?” 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,