His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 201: A Close Eye

Moana

By the end of the weekend, I was dying to get back to work. Since we decided not to leave the penthouse after all, I decided that it wouldn’t hurt any to return to teaching. Besides, Ella needed to go back to school as well, and since she didn’t remember the events of the night that we were kidnapped she was only getting more aggravated by the day. With each passing day, Ella was becoming more confused and agitated and I was feeling more stir crazy, which only led to increased flashbacks from the whole ordeal.

So, on Monday morning, I got dressed for work.

“Where are you going?” Edrick asked, looking up from his newspaper as I walked through the living room.

“I need to get back to work,” I said. “I can’t just use a substitute forever. Tomorrow, maybe Ella should go back to school as well.”

Edrick’s icy gray eyes widened. He threw his newspaper down and stood abruptly, shaking his head. “You can’t go. It’s dangerous.”

security guard on the campus who watches everything. I’ll tell

my head high to show that I wasn’t going to back down; despite what had happened almost two weeks prior, I wasn’t a damsel in distress, and I had a job to

wasn’t backing down and he let out a

slip his shoes on. I watched as he pulled two surgical masks out of his pocket, then held one out to me along with my wide-brimmed sun hat. “Here. To protect your identity during the walk. We’ll go out the back, and if you tuck in your

looks threatening. He’ll scare the

moments. I could tell right off the bat that he wouldn’t give up on the bodyguard, nor was he likely to

long time of staring silently at each other,

dangerous for you out there,” he said firmly. “But how about this: can you just let one of the bodyguards drive you? They can just wait in the car and keep an eye on the school entrance while you’re at work. If you’ll just allow that, I promise I won’t nag you about

dangerous, and even if no one knew that I was the Golden Wolf yet and I wasn’t yet at risk of being hunted, the paparazzi were

let one

blush a bit; he had been a lot more physically affectionate ever since I

to school, too?” I asked, looking up

I wasn’t going to pressure him, I hoped that he would also talk to her about what really happened, and what her mother was really like. I doubted that he would do it so soon, though. Part of me thought that he should set up counseling for her ahead of time, as that news would no doubt come as a major shock

seeing Ella’s little sleeping body tied up to the chair in the warehouse suddenly and unexpectedly flashed through my mind, followed by images of Ethan holding the gun up to my face. I felt a pang in my chest, as though something was weighing me down and restricting my breathing. For the briefest of moments, I felt as though I was