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.”

vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I said before, you’re welcome to rip me apart, Ella. I’d consider it an honor

audacity. “You’re full of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound that held genuine mirth. “Perhaps.

and sliding in. As he took the driver’s seat, the scent of leather and a hint of his cologne

engine purred to life and 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

from this perspective, a shimmering

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

in his voice. “Told you I

like the sort of place that someone like Logan would go to eat. It seemed like nothing more

as I stepped out

flashing a boyish grin. “For someone who claims to be such an independent

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

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

waterfront’s cool breeze brushed past us as we approached the burger joint, its

kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the brim with happy families

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

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

of nature and urbanity. Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors,

know?” I said, glancing at the glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’. I’m not too keen on becoming part of

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