His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 222: Over the Balcony

Moana

I decided that I couldn’t let Edrick go on for any longer without telling Ella the truth about her biological mother.

“I know that you didn’t tell her everything,” I said as I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. He was standing in front of the bathroom sink in his bedroom and was brushing his teeth. With a sigh, he slowly spit out his toothpaste and then looked over at me.

“What do you mean?” he asked. I could tell that he was trying to play it off like he didn’t know what I was thinking about.

A frown came across my face. “Don’t play dumb. I know that you didn’t tell Ella about her mother even though we talked about it. Are you going to tell her the truth, or do I need to? Because the longer she goes without knowing everything, the more she’ll resent you when she eventually does find out.”

bringing it up to him, which was understandable but was nonetheless something that we would need to work through. “I’ll handle it when I’m ready,” he said, brushing past

watched him as he took his watch off and set it neatly in the spot that he always kept it on top of his dresser, and saw the way that he ran his hand through his dark hair

at school,” I finally said

concern across his face. “She’s what?” he asked. “Is she alright? What’s happening? Is she being bullied? I

it eventually since they’re just kids. It’s just…” I paused, sighing again, and stared down at my hands in my lap to hide the tears that were threatening to pool up in my eyes. “She’s being alienated because of me. Because I’m a… a freak. And now they think that she is, too, because everyone thinks that

me, and I felt his

I slowly looked up, blinking away my tears to see a stern expression on his handsome face. “Moana, you’re not a freak. The children and the

a freak?” I asked. “What if I have another episode in the middle of the classroom and I scare everyone? What if I have an episode and I never come out of it, and you really do

harsh, and his hands gripped my shoulders even more tightly. Almost too tightly. His eyes screamed with hatred, not for me, but for the horrible things that I just said about myself. I instantly felt like a small ant beneath his glare, and I immediately regretted it. “I won’t hear any more of that. You’re not a freak, and everything will be okay. You’ve just

the Golden Wolf, and then I’m not only a freak but I’m also a

need to worry about that,” he said. “I wasn’t going to say anything just yet, but

comforting, but… I still felt uneasy. My dreams were too vivid, and something told me that no matter what, I would see that

really, for someone to black out and draw dozens of violent pictures depicting blood and gore and a strange