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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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 just too polite to mention it. Now, however, I didn’t care whether they knew or not. In a way, Moana was becoming the

something incredibly special about her. She had some sort of special ability to calm people; not only had I seen it first hand with myself, but I had seen how well she pacified children. Even Selina had mentioned how easily Moana had seemed to calm down Ella on the day

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

on my face as I drove after sleeping so well, despite the fact that Moana was upset with me.

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

up my nerve, I grabbed my briefcase and stepped

reporters began to swarm

appearance in the hospital the other day? Why were you covered in mud? Who was the mystery woman with you, and was

tried to get to the front doors. “What about your close family friend, Kelly? Is she really just a friend, or something more? Is it true that you have a daughter with her? If so, why have

just getting to where I