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.

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 that I

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

for me to run, but I

can tell

want to spend time with him, right?” “Yeah…I’ll let you decide then…” I felt her growl

case, and maybe it would be appealing after all. Maybe it would be a quick and easy case, and then I could

Hopefully.

stay for dinner.” Logan’s face

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

grew tense. Our connection as fated mates pulsed between us, a constant reminder of our entwined destiny. His scent teased my senses, and I had to force myself

the case-“I began, but was

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

blanched a little, but took the menu. It seemed as though this man was intent on having dinner with me before

shadows across the table as I poured over the

hung in the air, a thin attempt to shift the evening into safer territory. “This restaurant has

usually prefer more simple dishes,” I responded, 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 potatoes,” I said, feeling my mouth

I thought perhaps you would

I asked,

“Well…

You look like..”

seems that I’m no longer the “peasant” in your eyes just because I changed my outfit,” I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t judge

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

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

and painfully awkward given our…. history. No matter how

course over and the dessert plates cleared away, I decided it was time to discuss the case once and for all. I felt

“Well, Mr. Barrett-”

“Call me Logan.”

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

elbows on the table. “I own the building where Hector runs his business,” Logan explained. “He’s been falling behind on his rent for