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.”

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. I’d consider it

of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound that held genuine mirth.

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

we began 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 lights, a

was beautiful, watching the city skyline from this perspective, a shimmering mirage against the dark tapestry of

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,

hint of pride in

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

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

be

myself. That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said, clenching my jaw

laughed, the sound echoing across the still night air. It

breeze brushed past us as we

restaurant was an unassuming gem, strategically perched on the edge of the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic

something to the cashier that I couldn’t quite make out. A few moments later, I

Logan mouthed, his voice lost in the din as he nodded his head toward a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly, but upon bursting back out into the cool night, I found

shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against the shore would create ripples, making the water dance in

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

water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with

“Before any watery farewells, I promise, at least you’ll have a