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.”

fully exposing the vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I said before,

“You’re full of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound

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

the less-frequented roads. I realized we weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of the city

from this perspective, a shimmering mirage against the dark tapestry of

a parking space outside a quaint burger joint by the water. The neon sign buzzed softly, casting its warm light over the

hint of pride in

This didn’t seem like 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

still can’t fathom it,” I murmured to myself as I stepped out of the luxurious

claims to be such an independent spirit, you sure do seem to have a

Dammit, I thought to myself. That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said, clenching my jaw tightly. “That wasn’t meant

his head and laughed, the sound echoing across the still night air. It was strangely infectious, and despite the absurdity of our situation, I found myself

as we approached the burger joint, its neon sign

an unassuming gem, strategically perched on the edge of the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s

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.

nodded his head toward a back entrance.

this eatery apart was its breathtaking view. We were mere feet away from the ocean, its dark, velvety waters shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against the shore would create ripples, making the water

beautiful juxtaposition of nature and urbanity. Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced the night sky, standing tall and

water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’. I’m not too keen

eyes. “Before any watery farewells, I promise, at least you’ll have a delicious final