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.

said, his voice gentle, “Take care

that, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone at the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape

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

you handled that quite well,” Ema said, her voice soothing. “You’re stronger than you think, Ella. You’re

and strength Ema lent me. “I don’t know, Ema. This world… it’s so different from anything

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

wry chuckle. “Yeah,” I replied. “Except people don’t typically have the threat of being murdered on their minds when they’re at

handle this. I took

my way towards the balcony. As I stood on the balcony, the cool air enveloped me, feeling like a soothing balm against my heated skin. It was a

creating a melody that seemed to harmonize with my restless soul. It had a purity to it, untouched by the chaos and pretense of the evening, and I took a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs and calm my anxious

stretched out like a glittering sea, a myriad of colors dancing and reflecting off the buildings’ glass facades. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their peaks lost in the soft embrace of low-hanging clouds, while streetlights created glowing veins that pulsed with life through

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

railing, my eyes wandering over the breathtaking view. The lights shimmered and shifted, creating patterns that told a story of life, love, ambition, and dreams. Each flicker seemed to represent a heartbeat, a moment captured in time, a connection to something greater. I felt a sense of unity with the city,

the city’s illumination met the dark embrace of the night. Stars peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and the moon hung low, casting a silvery

of the city, and allowing the sensations to wash over me. For a moment,

approaching. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. I looked over at him,

tinged with worry. “I wonder if they’ll

your parents know about the Mafia ties, at least until our cooperation ends. Or until you fall