His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 119: Secret Fiancee

Edrick

The sad look on Moana’s face that night broke my heart. I wasn’t planning in the slightest to make Kelly my wife, even if I only made her my fake wife. But even as I reassured Moana that she wouldn’t have anything to worry about, she still didn’t seem to believe me. How could I tell her that I wasn’t planning on making anyone my wife, real or fake? Even though I knew that Moana was my fated mate, I had still grown up seeing how horrible my father was to my mother. I could only see how marriage and mate bond made my mother miserable.

But the way that she looked that night made me wonder otherwise.

I didn’t know if I could make Moana my real wife… But I still couldn’t help but wonder if I could find a way to make her realize that she didn’t have to worry.

I wasn’t going to marry anyone else if it wasn’t going to be Moana.

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to get ready for work. I had stopped caring whether the maids or the housekeeper found out that Moana and I were sleeping together at this point; after the fact that we slept together all day and all night after the incident with the Rogues, I was almost entirely certain that they all knew anyway. In fact, I was fairly certain that they all knew before then, when we used to sleep together, but they were

had passed already after our first night of sleeping together, and every subsequent night after that only made me feel even more rested. I really did need Moana by my side to sleep, which was only even more proof that there was something incredibly special about her. She had

always a sweet girl, but before Moana came into our lives, she always had a harsh side to her. She was a lot like me, and always had a bit of a temper when things didn’t go her way — and, admittedly, I spoiled her quite a lot, which led to a lot of tantrums. However, as soon as Moana began living with us, Ella was nothing short of sweet and mild-mannered. At first I thought she was just happy to finally have a motherly figure living in the apartment, but over time I began to realize that it wasn’t just that. Moana was special, and there was no doubt about it now. As I

headed downstairs and made my way to work. There was even a bit of a smile on my face as I drove after sleeping so well, despite the fact that Moana was upset with me.

reporters outside, trying to interview myself or other employees on the business’s secrets, but today there were far more than usual. I felt a lump rise in my throat as I parked, knowing what was going to happen next. I could only sit there in my car for a few minutes, breathing deeply in preparation for the onslaught of questions I was about

I grabbed my briefcase and

swarm me and barrage me with

reporter yelled. “Do you have any explanation for your appearance in the hospital the other day? Why were you covered in mud? Who

doors. “What about your close family friend, Kelly? Is she really just a friend, or something more? Is it true that you have a

sighed and kept walking, just trying to keep my head down and not be blinded by the flashing lights. I was used to this sort of onslaught right now, and normally had no problems ignoring the press and just getting to where I needed to go, but when I saw the news station crew running toward me with a camera and their reporter at the front, blocking the door to the headquarters so I couldn’t get