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.”

on his lips, he tilted his head, fully exposing the vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I said before, you’re welcome to rip me apart, Ella.

a rich sound that

the driver’s seat, the scent of leather and a hint of his cologne filled

as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of

watching the city skyline from this perspective, a shimmering mirage against

shorter than I expected. Before I knew it, Logan was pulling into 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

a hint of pride in his

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,

murmured to myself as I stepped out of the luxurious car. “Why am I always

boyish grin. “For someone who claims to be such an independent spirit, you sure do seem to have

meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said, clenching my jaw tightly.

air. It was strangely infectious, and despite the absurdity of our situation, I

past us as we approached the burger joint, its

almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the brim

hardly even enough space to stand. Logan elbowed his way through 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,

as he nodded his head toward a back

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 dance in

this serene spectacle was the city’s skyline, a beautiful juxtaposition of nature and urbanity. Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced the night sky, standing

I said, glancing at the glistening 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 meal.” He winked. I stifled a