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 the floor.

you eat,” I said gently, taking her hand as I began to

the way that she pointed and gestured at various tables. The servant nodded understandingly before scurrying off. Verona let out

on my shoulder. At first, I thought it was Edrick needing something from me — but when I turned around, I 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

dance?” he

practically pounding out of my chest as a million thoughts raced through my mind. Why was Michael Morgan asking me to dance if not to confront

is that a yes or a no?” he asked. “Come along. I like this song. I’d

Michael’s hand dug into my shoulder and he guided me somewhat roughly over to the dance floor. He then turned to face me and took one of my hands in his, then put his other hand on my waist. I

began to dance to the music. Michael was a stern leader,

“Mhm.”

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 cool in

I’ll cut right to the chase,” he finally 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

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?

swallowing the lump in my

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 a human — but it would also appear as though I

for the first time in the past couple of days, that Mina suddenly began to appear. I quickly pushed her down,

for money,” I said, my

out a wry chuckle. He dipped me with a bit of force, then pulled me back up, making my 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 another illegitimate child,” he said. “Ella is bad enough as it is; to add not only another child, but a human child at that…” He tsked. “I

wouldn’t be quelled, and I felt her anger bubbling up

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