His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 182: Mood Swings

Edrick

When Moana told me that she was going out to have coffee with a friend, I was happy for her. In fact, so long as she stayed safe, I encouraged it. I knew how much stress she had been under over the past few months, so it would have been good for her to see a friend for a couple of hours.

However, when my driver called me and asked what was taking Moana so long to come down, I started to feel confused.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “She left half an hour ago.”

“I haven’t seen her,” the driver replied. “I’ve been sitting right out front the whole time.”

to see if she wasn’t feeling well and decided not to leave, and maybe I just didn’t notice her coming back in. However, she wasn’t

that I knew what she had done. She had gone without the

grabbed my keys and ran downstairs. Since the driver hadn’t seen her at all due to her hiding herself for some reason, I had no way of knowing which direction she even went in. But if she had

searched for her for about an hour, running into all of the local coffee shops to see if she was there; unfortunately, she wasn’t in any of them. By now, I was starting to feel panicked. This was too soon after what Kelly had done to her by having her get kidnapped by Rogues, and I became worried that something else had happened to her. As I

in the car. Moana seemed to be in a bit of a mood, and almost immediately snapped at me when I told her that she had done something very dangerous by going out by herself with no protection, especially on foot. Why couldn’t she understand that it wasn’t safe for her to be walking around by herself when she had only just gotten over the incident with Kelly, and the paparazzi were still on the lookout for her? Part of me almost wanted to tell her that she was the Golden Wolf, and that she needed to be

me, not that I expected her to, and by the time I made my way back up

who was baking a pie while the

ran past just a minute ago,” Amy blurted out as she scrubbed

I could respond. “She slammed her bedroom door. Did you two have a

“It’s none

head, then walked over to one of the stools at the counter island and sat down. “It’s alright,” I said, passing my

ever since Moana moved in, I had found myself talking with them more often. It was a stark enough difference that even I noticed, and sometimes surprised myself with my candidness. Even just thinking about it made me smirk; Moana had had such a positive impact on me that I was even beginning to change my opinions on how servants should be treated. I just wished that she could see that, instead of always getting so