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.

strap of my purse

just have dinner. I apologize for

for a moment. Every muscle in my body was screaming for me

tell him you’re not doing the case

restless inside. You still want to spend time with him, right?” “Yeah…I’ll let you decide then…” I felt her growl a bit,

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 and not see him

Hopefully.

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

sat down, holding my breath against the assault of his overwhelming scent. When he sat across from me, I found myself staring

as fated mates pulsed between us, a constant reminder of our entwined destiny.

began, but was

order dinner first,” Logan said, handing me a menu.

as though this man was intent on having dinner with me before bringing up the case,

shadows across the table as I poured over the menu. Logan,

a thin attempt

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

I tapped my finger on the one appealing thing on the menu. “Steak and potatoes,” I said, feeling my mouth

knitted together in slight confusion. “Ah, I thought perhaps

I asked, cocking

shrugged. “Well… no

You look like..”

“peasant” in your eyes just because I changed my outfit,” I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t judge people’s taste buds by

He seemed almost amused by my words. “Well, in that case,

admittedly feeling the hunger pangs set 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 other night. I began to wonder if he was intoxicated when I met him, or in a bad

bit more freely, although it continued to teeter between comfortable and painfully awkward given our…. history. No matter how many times I tried to bring up the case, he never

I decided it was time to discuss

“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 owner-an old friend. Maybe I’ve

the building where Hector runs his business,” Logan explained. “He’s been falling behind on his rent for a while now. I let it slide,