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—”

tell the headmistress. It’s already bad enough that we have to deal with your bad luck, and now you’re

me standing there as nothing but a cold, empty husk of the woman who I once was. I opened my mouth

saw her red hair through the window and was watching her, not realizing that he was watching entirely the wrong person. She was right, 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.

I ran past teachers, students, and classrooms, past the confused elderly security guard,

suspected, the bodyguard was leaning against the side of his car with a pair of binoculars in his hand. As I stormed up to him, I saw him push a button on his headset and say

his sharp jawline jutting out as

the

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

around his back. I grabbed the binoculars that were in his hand and yanked them away before he had a chance to stop me, then waved them in his face. “Binoculars?” I growled. “For goodness’ sake, this is ridiculous! Your job was to drive me here, keep an eye on the

wide. My own eyes were wide, too, because without realizing it I had raised my voice and was now shouting at him. Even passersby were giving us odd looks, and some of the children on the playground were standing by the fence and staring at us with open

just doing what

lowering my voice so as not to be heard. “And I’m telling you to tone it back, or… or… I’ll call the police and have you escorted off of

head slightly. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, sounding rather much like one of the children who I had to scold for being unruly in the classroom. “I’ll tone it