His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 206: The Last Straw

Moana

The first day that my colleagues and students got wind of the bodyguard situation was already bad enough. By the second day, people were really beginning to pick up on the fact that a strange, intimidating man was sitting outside of the school and watching me with binoculars. Combined with the fact that everyone seemed to think that I was bad luck as a late bloomer, I quickly became even more of an outcast amongst the other teachers and even some of the older students.

What I was most worried about, though, was that this would somehow reflect on Ella. I could handle people looking negatively upon me, but if they began to look negatively upon Ella because of me, then I couldn’t live with it.

When I went home on the second day, I decided that I had had enough. Yes, some horrible things had happened; but this whole bodyguard situation wasn’t working out, and I couldn’t risk it ruining both mine and Ella’s reputations in an environment where our reputations were already fairly shaky because of my status as a late bloomer.

At first, Edrick seemed to be understanding. I thought that he would recommend a different approach; maybe he could talk to the headmistress about hiring a second security guard for the school or even put up cameras in my classroom just in case anything happened. But when he brought up the danger of me shifting in my classroom, he seemed to make a good point. It was a dangerous potential, and I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

However, when he told me that I would have no choice but to allow a bodyguard into my classroom with me every day for the foreseeable future, I felt angry.

with this new reality, Moana, or I’m going to have to take us to the mountain estate

“You can’t keep holding that over my head!” I insisted. “We stayed here because both of us agreed that we didn’t want to leave our home. You can’t just threaten to rip us away again because I rightfully

kept safe, Moana,”

method, and I understand why you’re worried about me,

yourself and my daughter killed just a

heavy. I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes, and Edrick showed no signs of remorse for his harsh words. Nothing else was said between either of us before I whirled around and stormed out. I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me, not caring if it rattled the doorframe, then threw

I saw that night over and over again in my head. I saw flashes of Ella tied to the chair, of Ethan holding the gun

did Edrick need to be so cruel about it? Did he really need to make such a low blow during an argument and remind me of

my hand that my knuckles hurt, just wishing that I could go back and undo everything that had happened that night. If I had just trusted Edrick… If I had just not listened to Olivia, and told him instead

little hand on the back of my head. I quickly jerked my head up, drying my eyes and sniffling loudly as I

look on her face as she gently stroked my long hair. At that moment, she looked so mature. Her eyes looked so empathetic and comforting, like a little adult. And she didn’t say a word, either. She just continued to sit there, gently stroking my hair with one hand while her other hand curled up between my

tears slowly began to dry, and soon, everything else fell away. I knew it all along, but I really knew how much I loved her just then. The way that

but she hadn’t said a word about it yet. What went through her little head when he told her, I wondered? Was she scared? Angry? Hurt? She

of her messy blonde hair out