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,

I felt a sudden urge to escape the room, to

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

her voice soothing. “You’re stronger than you think,

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

fine,” she reassured me, her presence comforting. “You’re strong, Ella, and you have what it takes to get through this night.

typically have the threat of being murdered on their minds when they’re

my worries, though, Ema was right. I was strong, and I could handle this. I took another

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

to it, untouched by the chaos

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,

with the occasional laughter and music drifting from nearby homes, creating

life, love, ambition, and dreams. Each flicker seemed to represent a heartbeat, a moment captured

veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and the moon hung low, casting

the city, and allowing the sensations to wash over me. For a moment, if I really focused, I could imagine that I was back

and my reverie was broken. I turned to see Logan approaching. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. I looked over at him, my

I admitted, my voice tinged with worry. “I wonder if they’ll disown me for being with a Mafia guy. Even

try not to let your parents know about