His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 138: Us Against the World

Moana

I knew that I should have just walked away, but I was too stubborn to just let these women get away with talking so poorly about Edrick like that.

When I pushed the door open, the women suddenly stopped talking. Their eyes were wide as they turned to face me.

“What are you talking about?” I said as I stepped into the bathroom.

The women were silent. I felt like I was being appraised and judged as they looked me up and down, but I didn’t care. If people were going to say such nasty things about Edrick, then they could judge me all they wanted; but I was going to say something about it, and I felt as though I caught them in the act.

However, the women’s shock quickly wore off. Their wide-eyed looks turned to plastic smiles.

diamond ring on her finger, said. She leaned into the mirror and wiped a bit of her lipstick away from the corner of her mouth with her pinky finger, eyeing me in the reflection as she did so. “I hope you don’t eavesdrop often. It’s not very becoming; especially not for someone of your status to be doing to a group of

come out; and the women quickly realized that their rudeness left me speechless, which meant that they had won. All I could do was stand there with narrowed eyes while all three of them brushed past me, one after the other. The last woman bumped me with her shoulder deliberately before she

I had to look forward to in the future now that I was involved with an Alpha billionaire. If I went on to continue to be in a relationship

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a nice time with Edrick during the comedy show, and that was the most important thing. None of the other things, such as the paparazzi or the mean women in the restroom, mattered. But that was easier said than done, and I still

got ready for bed, I was too tired to even hide my sadness anymore. And Edrick

sad because of how beautiful Tyrus’ work was — and I didn’t care one bit if those horrible women thought that

at the corners of my lips and

can tell something’s wrong,” he said, shutting his book and setting it on the side table before folding his arms across his chest. “Just tell me. Is it the paparazzi? I promise you’ll get used

with a sigh. “It’s not that,” I replied. “I know it’ll get easier. It’s just…” My voice faltered. I hung my head, unsure as to how to broach the subject. I didn’t know if I should have told

“Go on,” he urged.

I’m just worried that I’m ruining your image,” I finally admitted. “At the event, I knew that people were staring at me and talking about me. And I’m worried that it’s going to reflect on you in a negative way. I don’t want to hurt how other

a long time. I was still facing the mirror, watching myself as I talked, but I finally worked up the nerve to turn to face him. I didn’t

those people think?” he asked, his voice low and quiet as he fixed

colleagues. Your peers. I assume some of

laugh. “None of those people are my friends. In fact, I can’t stand a single