His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 271 White Knight

Ella

We didn’t just stop at one store. No, Logan wouldn’t have it. The shopping center was enormous, and Logan clearly had a penchant for spending money. We spent hours in there, perusing each store.

Normally, I didn’t enjoy shopping trips. My dad never really took me on them, maybe once or twice a year we would go out on a shopping day, but Moana was the type to instill in me that money wasn’t everything, and so we didn’t splurge too much. I didn’t mind, though. Her precautions made sure that I never got spoiled, despite the fact that my dad was one of the richest men in the world.

However, I couldn’t deny the enjoyment of shopping with Logan. I hated to say it, but he was… fun. Maybe it was the mate bond surreptitiously slipping rose-colored glasses onto my face, but I liked seeing him smile as we perused the stores. I liked hearing his jokes about silly outfits, ridiculously high heels, and hats with all sorts of bizarre decorations on them. He made me laugh.

At one point, we found ourselves in an even fancier store than the others. The golden gleam of the chandeliers reflected off the cream marble floors, giving the luxury boutique an air of opulence. Logan and I wandered from aisle to aisle, picking out pieces and discussing our preferences. I couldn’t help but notice that our tastes were eerily similar.

“I’ve always thought garish colors were overrated,” Logan mused, holding up a classic navy tie. “It’s much more about the quality and cut of the fabric for me.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I responded, genuinely surprised. “Bright colors might be eye-catching, but there’s something so refined about muted tones.”

a saleswoman approached us, her eyes immediately

started, her voice dripping with enthusiasm, “I think this would

shimmering under the store lights. The cut was low, the slit up the side particularly high, and the entire

know…” I

try it on!” she implored, her eyes alight with excitement. “With your fair complexion, you’d be the talk of

mine. “Try

changing room. As I pulled it over my head and adjusted the straps, a sense of unease washed over me. It was undeniably sexy, but it felt too ostentatious,

decided to step out and show

behind the curtain, Logan’s eyes widened, and an amused chuckle escaped him. He gave a playful whistle, clearly

as | covered my chest with my

with mischief. “But honestly, it’s not you. Too

my arms defensively. “Well,

approached a nearby rack, selecting a moonlight white dress that cascaded gracefully to the floor. He paired it with a

he declared, “is

of the dress.

the first store in Logan’s hands. There were several other bags in his grasp, too. He was a bit of a shopaholic, particularly for watches and Italian

could use more than one,” he said, lowering his voice. “This is gonna be a year, after all. There will be plenty of events. And who knows, maybe you’ll like this one…

I had to admit Logan was right. The dress accentuated my features without making me feel overly exposed. And the necklace, it was a

over my figure like a second skin, hugging me in all the right places and flaring out gracefully at the hips. Made of a luxurious silk, the fabric had a softness that was almost ethereal, making me feel

my fair complexion. The subtle, intricate patterns embroidered near the waist added just the right touch of elegance without being over the top. It was a stark contrast to the emerald dress that I had tried on earlier which,

twirled, watching the fabric flare out and then settle around my legs in a soft cascade. The movement was mesmerizing. It was only then that I caught Logan’s blue eyes watching me in the mirror, and I felt a heat creep into