His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 258 #Chapter 6: Intentions

Ella

“…Miss Morgan. Good evening.” As the words left the familiar man’s mouth, I felt a pang of unease. The empty top floor of the restaurant was eerily silent, amplifying my growing discomfort.

The smoky scent of the warm charcoal fire, the soft crackling of the wood, the distant clinking of silverware, everything seemed to halt as he muttered my name.

“Ella Morgan,” he repeated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty and something akin to regret. “You’re Ella Morgan?”

“Yes,” I answered slowly, my heart pounding. “You’re Mr. Barrett?” The man’s face almost seemed to blanch a little more. “Yes. Logan Barrett. There… is no other Ella Morgan around here, is there?”

I couldn’t help but give him a strange look. “No,” I replied, furrowing my brow. “I mean… I don’t think so, at least,”

I watched as he spun around, frustration etched on his face. He muttered something under his breath, the harsh undertone a stark contrast to the serene ambiance. My mind raced with a myriad of thoughts. “It’s him,” Ema said, bristling with excitement. “It’s our mate!”

“You think i don’t see that?” I responded,, resisting the urge to run right then and there. “Don’t get too excited, Ema. We’re not staying.”

I heard Ema’s distinctive growl inside of me. “I’m not excited,” she murmured. “Our last encounter left a bad taste in my mouth, too. He may be our mate, but I don’t trust him.”

“You called my boss specifically for me,” I said, taking a slow and tentative step forward. “Is there something wrong?”

“No. Of course not.” Logan straightened himself and turned back to face me, his expression guarded and polite. “Will you sit with me? I’d like to discuss the case.”

I was reluctant to work with this man. He seemed like a jerk in the car the other night, and of course there was the issue of the fact that we were fated mates.

might not be appropriate,” I said, adjusting the strap of my purse on my shoulder. “There are plenty of excellent lawyers at my firm that

then. “Let’s just have dinner. I apologize for my

muscle in my body was screaming for me to run, but I felt obligated by duty to go through

Ema said. “You can tell him you’re not doing the case

were getting restless inside. You still want to spend time with him, right?” “Yeah…I’ll let you decide then…” I

knew nothing about the case, and maybe it would be appealing after all. Maybe it would be a quick and easy case, and then I could move on

Hopefully.

dinner.” Logan’s face flashed with an undeniably handsome grin.

scent. When he sat across from me, I found myself staring awkwardly

pulsed between us, a constant reminder of our entwined destiny. His scent teased my senses, and I had to force myself to focus on the

case-“I began, but

me a menu. “Dinner is on me.

took the menu. It seemed as though this man was intent on having dinner with me before bringing up the case, and

shadows across the table as I poured over the menu. Logan, who’d been quiet since our tense confrontation,

thin attempt to shift the evening into safer territory.

pointedly glancing at the gourmet options on the menu: lobster, caviar, fresh oysters. All of the

tapped my finger on the one appealing thing on the menu. “Steak and

confusion. “Ah, I thought perhaps you would

I asked, cocking my

shrugged. “Well… no particular

You look like..”

longer the “peasant” in your eyes just because I changed my outfit,” I narrowed

into a half-smile. He seemed almost amused by my words. “Well, in that case, let’s

dinner wouldn’t be so bad after all. As we ate, Logan seemed much more polite than the man who I had met the other night. I began to wonder if he was intoxicated when I met him, or in

comfortable and painfully awkward given

discuss the case once and for all. I felt the restlessness of my wolf, her impatience mirroring my

“Well, Mr. Barrett-”

“Call me Logan.”

discuss the case.” Logan nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair with an air of practiced comfort. “It’s a matter of land, really,” he began. “My tenant. His name is Hector. He’s a business owner-an old friend. Maybe I’ve

been falling behind on his rent for a while now. I let it slide, out of respect