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.”

respond, a saleswoman approached us,

“I think this would look

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

know…” I

with excitement.

met mine. “Try it,” he

I pulled it over my head and adjusted the straps, a sense of unease washed over me. It was

decided to step out and show Logan, if only for

widened, and an amused chuckle escaped him. He gave a playful whistle, clearly

heating up as | covered my

myself,” he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief. “But honestly, it’s not you.

arms defensively. “Well, I

that cascaded gracefully to the floor. He

he declared,

sight of the dress. It was

a dress,” I said, pointing to the bag from the first store in Logan’s hands. There were several other bags in his grasp,

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

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

places and flaring out gracefully at the hips. Made of a luxurious silk, the fabric had a softness that was

the dress perfectly complemented 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

in my thoughts, I instinctively 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