His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 272 A New Perspective

Ella

The weight of the billboard bore down, threatening to crash onto me. Just as I braced myself for impact and felt Ema’s strength surge through me, preparing to lunge out of the way or stiffen my body to repel the impact, Logan surged forward, knocking it away with his superhuman strength.

It was an impressive feat, but as the dust settled, I noticed blood beginning to seep from a wound on his arm. I heard screams and panicked voices around me. Innocent shoppers who were just as shocked as I was. But I didn’t care about them. “Logan!” I shouted, rushing to his side.

He brushed me off with a smirk. “I’ve had worse.” But his eyes betrayed the concern he was trying to hide. “His wound,” Ema said, drawing my attention back to his arm. “It’s… bad. It hurts me, too.”

I had heard the stories before, about ghost pain, caused by a mate getting hurt. It was faint, but it was there. And I was worried, too.

The dust still hung in the air, a misty remnant of the fallen billboard. Logan stood, his armi dripping blood, while I tried to absorb the shock of what had just occurred. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed, bringing with them two men. I started to back away, frightened, but Logan put his good arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

“They’re our men,” he murmured. “Not enemies.”

The men approached, glancing at the wreckage, then at Logan’s bleeding arm, their expressions morphing from concern to sheer panic.

“Boss,” the taller one began, the strain evident in his voice. His dark hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. “We arrived too late. We tracked him down, but we couldn’t intercept him before he triggered the trap.”

left eyebrow, added, “It was cleverly set up, but that’s no excuse. We should have been ahead

with at voice colder

approached, he…” He trailed

shot himself. He’s

worthiness. “I entrusted you both

stepped forward. “Logan, we’ve been with you for years. We’ve faced countless threats together. Please,

his voice, added, “We want revenge as much as you do. Let us make this right.” But Logan wasn’t swayed. “One lapse can cost lives in our

plea, while the shorter man’s shimmered with unshed tears, perhaps from shame or the weight of the failed responsibility. But Logan remained unmoved. He turned away, leaving the men to grapple with the weight of their

“Leave. Now.”

didn’t spare them. another glance. Instead, he turned to me, his

Logan’s house was tense. The silence was only broken by the occasional sigh from Logan or the quiet

my attention, but today, my focus was solely on the man beside

nose, and a medical bag in hand. This was Dr. Mitchell, a trusted ally of Logan’s

in the expansive living room. “Sit,” he ordered Logan, who complied without protest, clearly used to

sense of guilt eating at me. If not for our outing today, none of this would have happened. As I watched, Dr.

winced slightly as the doctor dabbed at his arm, but other than that, he remained stoic, his face giving away no sign of the pain he must have been in. Their eyes met briefly, a silent communication that seemed to say more than words ever could. “Deep gash,” Dr. Mitchell murmured, “but thankfully, no major arteries were hit. You were

falling billboard, and you call that lucky?” The doctor glanced up, his eyes holding a spark of humor. “You’re still

to stitch the wound, I found my voice. “Is he going

he’ll be back to his old self.” “So, annoying and brash, right?” I teased, although

a reassuring glance, trying to offer a comforting smile, though it didn’t quite reach

while, I felt Ema inside of me, aching for the pain that our mate was in. It felt almost aggravating, for her to be so attached to

to myself, looking away while the doctor stitched up Logan’s wound. It’s not

was secured and the wound bandaged, Dr. Mitchell packed up his equipment. Before he left, he pulled me aside. “Keep an eye on him, okay? He puts on a brave face, but that was

Dr. Mitchell, leaving only Logan and me in the room. The weight of the day’s events hung