His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 203: The Watcher

Moana

A little while after I caught the bodyguard that Edrick sent with me watching me through the window with binoculars, I calmed down a bit and didn’t feel quite as mad about it. I decided against talking to Edrick about it later, and figured that I should just give it some time before I started any arguments. After all, Edrick was just trying to keep me safe by sending the bodyguard with me. The fact alone that he was even okay with me returning to work and with Ella returning to school was already a miracle. I didn’t want to accidentally rock the boat and make Edrick change his mind, because I knew that the Alpha billionaire would be too stubborn if he suddenly decided that it was a bad idea for either of us to return to our normal lives.

However, on my lunch break I started to notice that something was off when one of the other teachers came in and knocked on my door with a somewhat angry expression on her face.

“Hi,” I said, setting down my sandwich with surprise, seeing as how no one ever came to my classroom during my break. “Can I help you with anything?”

The teacher, a young woman about my age who was one of the kindergarten teachers, stood in my doorway and folded her arms across her chest. Like me, she also had long red hair. “Some man has been staring through my window, and I know it has something to do with you,” she growled. One of my kids said that he was staring through your window earlier, and she’s very upset about it.”

I felt my face go pale and my blood run cold. “I-I’m so sorry,” I replied nervously, standing and wringing my hands. “He’s not bad or anything of the sort, it’s just that—”

your excuse is,” the teacher interrupted, her voice sharp and grating. “You either need to take care of it, or I’m going to tell the headmistress. It’s already bad enough that we

I felt as though my body had officially drained itself of all blood, leaving me standing there as nothing but a cold, empty husk

though, despite the fact that she felt the need to get a little dig in about my supposed “bad luck” as a late bloomer; he needed to be taken care of. He was making children and teachers

my breath, I stormed out of my classroom with my fists clenched and ran down the hallway. I ran past teachers, students, and classrooms, past the confused elderly security guard, and stormed out of the building and into the

a pair of binoculars in his hand. As I stormed up to him,

he said politely, his sharp jawline jutting out as

“Alright? You’re practically terrorizing the

and looked down at me through his dark sunglasses. “Um… I’m not sure what you’re referring to, Miss,” he

waved them in his face. “Binoculars?” I growled. “For goodness’ sake, this is ridiculous! Your job was to drive me here, keep an eye

at him. Even passersby were giving us

doing

telling you to tone it back, or… or… I’ll

state of shock before he finally nodded and hung his head slightly. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, sounding rather much like one of the children who I had