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

turned and walked away, leaving me alone at the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape the room, to find a place where I could

hallway, I leaned against the wall, letting out a deep breath. My heart was racing,

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

don’t know, Ema. This world…

and you have what it takes to get through

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

though, Ema was right. I was strong, and I could handle this. I

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 gentle caress, filled with the fragrance of night-blooming flowers and a hint of the

breeze rustled through the nearby trees, whispering secrets and creating a melody that seemed to harmonize with my restless soul. It had a purity to it, untouched by

of colors dancing and reflecting off the buildings’ glass facades. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their peaks lost in

hum of traffic melded with the occasional laughter and music drifting from nearby homes, creating a symphony of urban

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, a feeling that I was

illumination met the dark embrace of the night. Stars peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and the moon hung

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

Logan approaching. “Are you okay?” he

are bound to find out about our ‘relationship’ eventually,” I admitted, my voice tinged with worry. “I

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