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.”

struck a chord by 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 me and heading into his bedroom. “Don’t worry about it. I just didn’t want to bombard her with too much

watched him as he took his watch off and set it neatly

at school,”

“She’s what?” he asked. “Is she alright? What’s happening? Is she being bullied? I swear,

pool up in my eyes. “She’s being alienated because of me. Because I’m a… a

of wind as Edrick walked up to me, and I felt his hands firmly grasp my

tears to see a stern expression on his handsome face. “Moana,

middle of the classroom and I scare everyone? What if I have an episode and I never come

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

then I’m not only a freak but I’m also a

yet, but I might as well now; the Mother Witch’s apprentices are working on a perfume to mask your scent

were too vivid, and something told me that no

believed him. How reasonable was it, really, for someone to black out and draw dozens of violent pictures depicting blood and gore and a strange knife with a wolf head handle? How normal was it for someone to go into a coma for three days and have a dream about being stabbed repeatedly by that very knife? What if part of the symptoms of