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.

my purse on my shoulder.

something. frantic behind his eyes then. “Let’s just have dinner. I apologize for my behavior the other night, but I can assure you

muscle in my body was screaming for me

tell him you’re not doing

could feel that you were getting restless inside. You still want to spend time with him,

and maybe it would be appealing after all.

Hopefully.

I said, letting out an almost inaudible sigh. “I’ll stay for dinner.” Logan’s face

assault of his overwhelming scent. When he sat across from me, I found myself staring awkwardly down at the tablecloth, just

the air around us grew tense. Our connection as fated mates pulsed between us, a constant reminder of our entwined destiny. His scent

but was

least order dinner first,” Logan said, handing me a

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

as I poured over the menu. Logan, who’d been quiet since

Ella?” His question hung in the air, a thin attempt to shift the evening

on the menu: lobster, caviar, fresh

“Steak and potatoes,” I said, feeling my mouth water. “That’s more up my

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

asked, cocking

“Well… no

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

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

than the man who I had met the other

a 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,

it was time to discuss the case once and

“Well, Mr. Barrett-”

“Call me Logan.”

think it’s time we 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

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