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 my own room 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 just too polite to mention it. Now, however, I didn’t care whether they knew or not. In a way, Moana was becoming the lady of the house. She was the mother of my child, after all. Even if we didn’t have any sort of relationship behind closed doors, I expected the servants to treat her like the lady of the house, especially now that I knew

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 some

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 got dressed, I knew that I would have to do my own research soon to find out whether she was the Golden

quick breakfast, 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. But I knew that she wouldn’t be mad at me anymore after today; I didn’t know how exactly

but today there were far more than usual. I felt a lump rise in my throat as I parked, knowing what was going

my nerve, I

I did, reporters began to swarm me and barrage

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

Is she really just a friend, or something more? Is it

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 past, I knew there would be no