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.”

“It was cleverly set up, but that’s no excuse. We should have

his face unreadable, responded with at voice colder than ice. “And

features. “We…we found him. But when we approached, he…” He trailed off, exchanging a quick glance with the shorter

shot himself. He’s

the aftermath of this revelation. Logan’s sharp gaze moved from one man to the other, weighing them, judging their worthiness. “I entrusted you both with not just my

“Logan, we’ve been with you for years. We’ve faced countless threats together. Please, consider this a

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

The taller man’s eyes held a plea, while the shorter man’s shimmered with unshed tears, perhaps from shame or the weight of the

“Leave. Now.”

shoulders drooping in defeat. Logan didn’t spare them. another glance. Instead, he turned to me, his face

was only broken by the occasional sigh from Logan or the quiet hum of the car engine. The sprawling mansion came into view, its

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

the side door to the mansion opened, revealing a middle-aged man with silver hair, glasses perched on his nose, and a medical bag in hand. This was Dr. Mitchell, a trusted ally of Logan’s and, as Logan explained on our way inside, a man who had

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

of guilt eating at me. If not for our outing today, none of this would have happened. As I watched, Dr. Mitchell expertly cleaned the wound,

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

call that lucky?” The doctor glanced up, his eyes holding

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

look up from his work but responded, “He’ll be fine, Miss. A few stitches, some rest, and he’ll be back

a comforting smile, though it didn’t quite

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

I thought to myself, looking away while the doctor stitched up Logan’s wound. It’s

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 quite a shock for

a silent promise to do just that. The door clicked shut behind Dr. Mitchell, leaving only Logan and me in the room. The weight of the day’s