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.”

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. I’d consider it an honor to be murdered by someone as captivating as

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

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

life and we began to move, weaving through the less-frequented roads. I realized we weren’t as isolated as I’d thought.

watching the city skyline from this perspective, a

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

pride in his

someone like Logan would go to eat. It seemed like nothing more than a simple

I stepped out of the luxurious car. “Why am I always

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

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

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

cool breeze brushed past us as we approached the burger joint,

waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic

little restaurant, there was 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, wrapped in paper,

way,” Logan mouthed, his voice lost in the din as he nodded his head toward a back entrance. I

the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves

illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced the night sky, standing tall and proud. They cast

said, glancing at the glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping

promise, at least you’ll have a delicious final meal.” He winked. I