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.

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

holding his hand out to stop me. There was almost something. frantic behind his eyes then. “Let’s just have dinner. I apologize for my behavior the other night, but I can assure you

hesitated for a moment. Every muscle in my body was screaming for me to run, but I felt obligated by duty to go through with

dinner,” Ema said. “You can tell him you’re not doing

were getting restless inside. You still want to spend time with him,

would be appealing after all.

Hopefully.

almost inaudible sigh. “I’ll stay for dinner.” Logan’s face flashed with an undeniably handsome grin. “Thank you,” he murmured, pulling out my

as I brushed past him and sat down, holding my breath against the assault of his overwhelming scent. When he sat across from me, I found myself staring awkwardly down at the tablecloth, just wishing that this could

fated mates pulsed between us, a constant reminder of our entwined destiny. His scent teased my senses, and

the case-“I began, but was quickly

first,” Logan said, handing me a menu. “Dinner is on me. Order

but took the menu. It seemed as though this man was intent on

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

a thin attempt

on the menu: lobster, caviar, fresh oysters. All of the dishes had

appealing thing on the menu. “Steak and potatoes,” I

slight confusion. “Ah, I thought perhaps you would prefer something more…

asked, cocking my

shrugged. “Well…

You look like..”

that I’m no longer the “peasant” in your eyes just because I changed my outfit,” I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t judge people’s taste buds by its cover, Mr.

froze for a second, but soon his lips twitched into a half-smile. He seemed

in. Maybe dinner wouldn’t be so bad after all. As we ate, Logan seemed much more polite than the man who I had met the

and painfully awkward given our…. history. No matter how many times I tried to bring up the case, he never

dessert plates cleared away, I decided it was time to discuss the case once and for all. I felt the restlessness of my wolf, her impatience mirroring

“Well, Mr. Barrett-”

“Call me Logan.”

of practiced comfort. “It’s a matter of land, really,” he began. “My tenant. His name is Hector. He’s a business

Logan explained. “He’s been falling behind on his rent for a while now. I let it slide, out of respect for our friendship. But I’ve come to learn that