His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 202: Under Supervision

Moana

The bodyguard dropped me off in front of the school, and I got out of the car.

Already, as I walked up the pathway to the entrance of the school, I could see that some of the older students and even other teachers were giving me strange looks. I didn’t think too much of it, however, as I had just gotten out of an unmarked vehicle with tinted windows and an intimidating-looking man in the driver’s seat. I would have stared at me, too.

But as I headed inside, the staring continued. Even people who hadn’t seen me get out of the car were giving me odd looks. I felt as though people were whispering about me; but, once again, I decided not to let it get to me and headed to my classroom.

Once I got to my classroom, I decided to head to the faculty lounge to make myself a cup of coffee and warm up a scone, just as I always did when I first got to school. When I entered the faculty lounge, a couple of other teachers were sitting at the table and chatting. As soon as I walked in, though, their conversation stopped abruptly.

“Good morning,” I said with a warm smile as I walked over to the coffee machine, trying not to show how uncomfortable I felt. “How was everyone’s weekend?”

only ever exchanged pleasantries with before, sort of scoffed. Something about it made the hairs

wrong?” I asked, feeling anger beginning to bubble up inside of me as I was instantly reminded of what it felt like when those wealthy

nothing,” the teacher said, waving her hand dismissively and throwing

few moments longer. Finally, the male teacher who was sitting

said, sounding more polite than the other teacher. “It’s just… Well, we heard about what happened at

asked, folding my arms across my

went red. “There are some rumors circulating that you’re not actually human,

out into my cup. Other than that, the air

that it’s a bad thing, necessarily,” he continued. “It’s just that… Well, late bloomers are very rare. Some people see it as a sign of bad luck. And with your baby on the way, people like

my baby? “What about my baby?”

gasping on land. Suddenly, the female teacher spoke up. “More often than not, the children of late bloomers come out with all sorts of… developmental problems,” she said. The female teacher was far nastier with

I whirled around and picked my coffee up, not caring that I sloshed it on the counter in my haste, then turned and stormed off toward the door. Just before I

care if you gossip about me, but don’t you dare gossip about my baby,” I growled. There was a lot more I wanted to say, but I chose not to. And with that, I left the two teachers alone with their mouths hanging open, and stormed out

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job!” I said, clapping my hands together as I watched one of the children in my kindergarten class cut a perfectly straight line with her safety scissors. The little girl beamed up at me with rosy red cheeks and shot me a toothless grin. I moved on to the next student, and repeated the same drill. “Here you go…” I said, crouching down to the little boy’s level. “Like this…” I showed him how to use the scissors, and then held his hand while he cut. As he cut,

of the children suddenly

Jeremy,” I