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.”

of his neck. “Like I

by his audacity. “You’re full of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound that

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

weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of the city loomed in the distance, illuminated by

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

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

hint of pride in his voice. “Told

go to eat. It seemed like nothing more than a simple waterside burger joint. But then again,

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

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

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

back his head and laughed, the sound echoing across the still night air. It was strangely infectious,

brushed past us as we approached the burger joint, its neon

the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the

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, and

a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly,

feet away from the ocean, its dark, velvety waters shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against

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

seen way too many gangster movies, you 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 that

in, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Before any watery farewells, I promise, at least you’ll have a delicious final meal.” He winked. I stifled a laugh. “How very