His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 225: Pulling the Rug

Moana

I woke up after a night of dreamless sleep to the sound of someone rushing around the room. When I cracked open my eyes, I saw Edrick pacing back and forth. He had a pile of shirts in his hand, and I watched in a state of shock as he walked over to a suitcase and quickly shoved the shirts inside.

“What are you doing?” I asked, sitting up.

Edrick didn’t even look up at me. “We have to go,” was all he said.

My eyes widened. “Go where?”

“We’re going back to the mountain estate for real this time.”

As Edrick spoke, I felt my heart sink. My limbs still felt too heavy from the sleeping meds to move quickly, and as I threw the covers off and swung my limp legs over the edge of the bed, it felt as though I was moving through a thick mud.

“Why?” I asked. “You didn’t mention that we would be leaving before. Was it because of last night?”

with wide eyes as he stuffed more clothes into his suitcase. “Come help me zip this up?” he asked. I nodded slowly and walked over, then pushed down onto the top

me what’s going on. Is it because of last

that,” he said. “It’s for your own safety. And that’s all I’m going to say. Go get dressed; we’ll get breakfast

heart sink even further.

glowing silver, as though he was on edge. “Just do it, Moana,” he demanded. “Selina already

if I told him how unfair I found it to be, it didn’t seem to matter anyway. Edrick clearly had made up his mind, and there was no way to get around it this time; whatever went through his head last night

as I painfully made my way to

It still

said, Selina had already packed my things. Only a single outfit was left out for me on the bed, and a few toiletries so I could get ready for the day. Other than that, my other necessities were all packed up. Everything except my valuables and sentimental items were packed away, like Selina was rushing to get just what I needed into

tugging on Selina’s skirt with tears streaming down

herself. “But we have to. It

her skirt away so she could continue to pack Ella’s bags and Ella, in a childish fit, plopped down on

me leave!” Ella wailed,

was my fault. “Here, love,” I said. I grabbed

away, and then led her to my room with me and let her sit on my bed while I got dressed, so that Selina could pack up her things in

good reason why.

for that, I was a

occasion to whine about how she wanted to go home or how she

was for a lovely vacation. That time, the mountain air felt fresh, the view was beautiful, and the trees calmed me. However,