His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 199: Moving Day

Edrick

Moana was terribly quiet for the next few days. I didn’t blame her, of course. She was going to be rightfully upset about having to leave, but it was the safest thing to be done. I only ever wanted to keep Moana and Ella safe, and despite our last incident at the mountain estate, I felt confident that our new security guards would protect us while we were there. During that time, though, I decided that I would have to figure out what to do about my father. I knew that he was going to come after us, but I had no real evidence. He hadn’t made any real threats yet, at least not anything that we could prove, so we couldn’t turn him in to the police. As of that moment, I was at a loss as to what to do about him. And my mother wasn’t picking up her phone when I called, either. I was beginning to get worried, to say the least.

The next few days went by too quickly. I hired a moving company to get everything that we would need; mostly clothes, kitchenware, and sentimental items since the mountain estate was already fully furnished. I wanted Moana to feel at home there, so without her knowledge I hired an interior designer to go to the estate and furnish one of the rooms to make it a nice art studio for her. I figured that this would cheer Moana up and maybe make her not hate being there and being away from her job so much.

By the middle of the week, however, I started to feel a bit sad too.

to live now felt entirely different. As we went around and prepared to move, I began to notice little things that I hadn’t noticed before, too. Moana had placed flowers around the apartment. She had left various throw blankets and comfortable pillows on the furniture. Her sketchbook lay on the table by the armchair in the sun. Even in my bedroom, she had placed a little dish for her jewelry and a stack of books on the bedside table, and had a tray of lotions and serums for her skin and hair on the bathroom sink. I used to keep my bedroom curtains closed, as I needed complete darkness to try to sleep, but lately they had been open and my bedroom was filled with sunlight during the afternoons. I hadn’t noticed, but apparently at one point Moana had replaced the boring black comforter on my bed with a

leave. I knew that we had to go, but it was so hard to say goodbye to

thrown a massive fit. She didn’t remember anything about the event in the warehouse, so she really didn’t understand why I was making them move, and she was furious with me. She spent

be leaving out the back, where the paparazzi weren’t waiting for us. Within a couple of weeks, news would probably start to spread that the Morgan penthouse was dark and empty, which would likely stir up a lot of news since Ethan was being held in jail. I didn’t

Moana eventually came out and

so mad at me. And besides, the mountain estate was beautiful. For all I knew,

living room at one point with a box in my hand, however, when something caught my eye:

But now, in the late morning sunlight, it looked tempting. So, setting the box down on the floor, I decided to sit at the piano and

as having an audience made me oddly nervous. Despite my public speaking abilities, I couldn’t stand playing the piano in front of people. But as I played a little more, I soon got lost in the song. I started playing more fluidly, closing my eyes as I felt the smooth keys beneath my

even hours. All I knew was that when

light, loose dress — I never would have admitted it, but I couldn’t help but notice that I could see the outline of her shapely body as the sunlight shined through her dress — and was holding her