His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 275 Unlikely Attraction

Ella

Marina’s father’s words made me feel unexpectedly unsettled. I cocked my head, looking at him for a moment. Was that a threat, because I asked too many questions? Or a friendly warning out of concern?

“Pardon?” I asked, clenching my drink a little tighter in my hand. “Miss Morgan, I’m sure you understand what I mean,” Marina’s father said, his eyes fixed on mine. His voice was kind, but there was a knowing look in his eyes that unsettled me.

I gave him a reassuring smile, though I felt. anything but reassured. “I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, I have things under control. There’s no need for you to worry about me.”

He continued to look at me for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly. It was as though he could see right through me, understanding that I was lying.

Through my carefully constructed facade of a perfectly cool and calm young woman, there was a little girl screaming on the inside, begging to leave. And at that moment, I felt certain that he saw her. But all he did was nod slowly, a small smile playing on his lips.

he said, his voice gentle, “Take

walked away, leaving me alone at the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape the room, to find a

into a private hallway, I leaned against the wall, letting out a deep

voice soothing.

me. “I don’t know, Ema. This world… it’s so different from anything I’ve known.

presence comforting. “You’re strong, Ella, and you have what it takes to get through this night. Like

an involuntary, wry chuckle. “Yeah,” I replied. “Except people don’t typically have the threat of being murdered

right. I was strong, and I could handle this. I took another deep breath, feeling a little stronger, a little more in

I whispered to myself, making my way towards the balcony. As I stood on the balcony, the cool air enveloped me, feeling like a soothing

harmonize with my restless soul. It had a purity to it, untouched by the chaos and pretense of

city lights stretched out like a glittering sea, a myriad of colors dancing and reflecting off the buildings’ glass facades. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their

the occasional laughter and music drifting from nearby homes, creating a symphony of urban life that was

told a story of life, love, ambition, and dreams. Each flicker seemed to represent a

the night. Stars peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and the moon hung low, casting a silvery reflection that seemed to dance on

on my face, listening to the sounds of the city, and allowing the sensations to wash over me. For a moment, if I really focused,

was broken. I turned to see Logan approaching. “Are you okay?” he asked, his

worry. “I wonder if

I promise I’ll try not to let your parents know about the Mafia ties, at least until our cooperation