His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 96: A Proposition

Moana

As I watched Edrick and Kelly walk away together, I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Not only that, but she was wearing the exact same dress as I was! Even Verona did a double take when she saw Kelly walk up to us.

When they were gone, Verona quickly came over to me and took my hand.

“Don’t worry about it, dear,” she said gently, giving my hand a squeeze. “Kelly… Well, she’s not a bad girl, really, but she’s always had a bit of an infatuation with Edrick. She’ll get bored eventually and stop pestering you.”

“It’s alright,” I replied with a smile, even though I couldn’t help but feel bad. “It’s just a dress.”

Verona gave me a sad look. I felt as though I would cry and ruin my makeup if I kept standing here, so I quickly excused myself under the guise of performing my job duties as a nanny and went to look for Ella. After several minutes of walking around and weaving my way through the growing crowd, I finally spotted Ella over by the snack bar with her friends. As children often do, they were stuffing their cheeks with sweets.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat as I came up to Ella, folding my arms across my chest and looking down at her. The other kids saw me and quickly ran away, but she slowly turned to face me and gave me a sheepish smile, her cheeks round with cream puff pastries. “You’ll spoil your appetite, young lady,” I said, stifling a laugh at the little girl’s chipmunk-like appearance.

finally swallowed with a big gulp. “Sorry,” she muttered, staring down at

I said gently, taking her hand as I began to lead her away from the snacks. “It’s not

at various tables. The servant nodded understandingly before scurrying off. Verona let out a sigh, then finally noticed Ella coming and a wide

felt myself go pale as a sheet when I saw that it wasn’t in fact Edrick, but was instead his father, Michael. He was staring down at me with a terse smile spread across

he said, holding out his

my mind. Why was Michael Morgan asking me to dance if not to confront me about the pregnancy? Even if it wasn’t about the pregnancy, it certainly had something to do with my

along. I like this

He then turned to face me and took one of my hands in his, then put his other hand on my waist. I could feel my own hands trembling as I placed

I managed to squeak out, forcing a tense smile as we began to dance to the music. Michael was a stern leader, and I almost felt as though I was being thrown around a bit as we danced. “This is a

“Mhm.”

like an almost sickly combination of whiskey, cigar smoke, and cologne. It made me want to gag, and started to trigger my morning sickness, but I somehow managed to keep my

said after a couple of minutes, a tense smile still spread across his face while his eyes scanned the crowd around us, doing anything but looking at me. “How much will it cost to

seemed to notice and kept pulling me along as we danced, nearly causing me to stumble. I didn’t know what to say; what did he mean? Why was he doing this?

me?” I asked, swallowing the lump in my

that the smile stayed plastered on his face, as though we were just having a casual conversation, made me sick. If I reacted, not only would it make a scene in front of so many people — many of whom were looking at us, wondering why Michael Morgan was dancing with

of days, that Mina suddenly began to appear. I quickly pushed her down, knowing that she would try to encourage me to do something rash, and I was afraid that Michael would do something to

money,” I said,

head spin. To everyone else, it just looked like an elaborate dance, but to me it was a deliberate act of violence. “I won’t have my family name sullied by yet

I replied. Mina wouldn’t

growled. “Tell him you’re a werewolf. That’ll shut him