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

at the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape the room, to find a place where I could breathe and gather

wall, letting out a deep breath. My heart was racing, and

you handled that quite well,” Ema said, her voice soothing.

closed my eyes, leaning into the support and strength Ema lent me. “I don’t know, Ema. This world… it’s so different from anything

presence comforting. “You’re strong, Ella, and you have what it takes to get through this night. Like we said, it’s not all

typically have the

I was strong, and I could handle this. I took

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 distant

secrets and 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

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

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

a heartbeat, a moment captured in time, a connection to something greater. I felt a sense of unity with the

night. Stars peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and the moon hung low, casting

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

I heard footsteps, and my reverie was broken. I turned to see Logan approaching. “Are you

my voice tinged with worry. “I wonder if they’ll

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