His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 265 #Chapter 13 Sleeping With The Flanco

Ella

As we exited the mansion, the gravel crunched underfoot, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent evening. Logan led the way, his long strides confident and unhurried.

We approached a sleek black car with tinted windows. Its polished surface mirrored the moon’s glow, casting eerie reflections of our figures.

“Get in,” he instructed, not a command so much as a casual suggestion. But his clear blue eyes told a different story. They were always watching, assessing. I hesitated, eyeing the vehicle and then him.

“Where are we going?” My voice carried a hint of defiance, a touch of the suspicion I felt. Logan had an unpredictable streak that made him intriguing, but also undeniably dangerous.

“To eat,” he replied nonchalantly, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know a good place.” The guarded expression didn’t leave my eyes. “And why should I trust you? If you try any tricks, Logan, I swear, I’ll kill you.”

was swift and unexpected. With an amused smile playing on his lips, he tilted his head, fully exposing the vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I

taken aback by his audacity. “You’re full of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound that held genuine mirth. “Perhaps. But aren’t you a bit

relented, opening the passenger door and sliding in. As he took the driver’s seat, the scent of leather and

to move, weaving through the less-frequented roads. I realized we weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of the city loomed in the distance, illuminated by a myriad of

city skyline from this perspective, a shimmering mirage

a parking space outside a quaint burger joint by the water. The neon sign buzzed softly, casting its warm light over the exterior, and through the windows, I could see the lively hustle and

hint of pride in

the sort of place that someone like Logan would go to eat. It seemed like nothing more than a simple waterside burger joint. But then again, I supposed that this mobster had more to him than meets the

it,” I murmured to myself as I stepped out of the luxurious car. “Why

chuckled from beside me, flashing a boyish grin. “For someone who claims to be such

to myself. That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said,

sound echoing across the still night air. It was strangely infectious, and despite the absurdity

as we approached the burger joint, its neon

the edge of the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace.

the crowd, held up two fingers and said something to the cashier that I couldn’t quite make out. A few moments later, I was being ushered over to the end of the counter. It wasn’t long before two burgers, wrapped in paper, and a paper bag filled with

toward a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly, but upon

shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against the

myriad of colors, pierced the night sky, standing tall and proud. They cast their reflections on the water,

that ominous line about ‘sleeping

eyes. “Before any watery farewells, I promise, at least you’ll have a delicious final meal.” He winked. I stifled a laugh. “How very