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.

for a minute, then finally swallowed with a big gulp.

plate and sit down when you eat,” I said gently, taking her hand as I began to lead her away from

gestured at various tables. The servant nodded understandingly before scurrying off. Verona let out a sigh, then finally noticed Ella coming and a wide smile spread across her face. Ella ran up to her,

as a sheet when I saw that it wasn’t in fact Edrick, but was instead his father, Michael. He was

dance?” he said, holding

raced through 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 relationship with his son.

a yes or a no?” he asked. “Come along. I like this song. I’d like to dance before

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 could feel my own hands trembling as I placed my free hand on his

Michael was a stern leader, and I almost felt as though

“Mhm.”

cigar smoke, and cologne. It made me want to gag, and started to trigger my morning sickness, but I somehow managed to keep

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

causing me to stumble. I didn’t know what to say; what did he mean?

Pardon me?” I asked, swallowing the lump in my

scoffed. “I know you’re pregnant with my son’s child,” he said, lowering his voice. The way 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

appear. I quickly pushed her down, knowing that

not looking for money,” I said, my voice shaking. “I

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

sully your family’s name,” I replied. Mina wouldn’t be quelled, and I felt her

growled. “Tell him you’re a werewolf.