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

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

out a deep breath. My heart was racing, and my mind was a whirl of

said, her voice soothing. “You’re stronger than

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 I’ve known. I feel like I’m out

what it takes to get through this

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

right. I was strong, and I could handle this. I took another deep

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

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,

facades. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their peaks lost in the soft embrace of low-hanging clouds, while streetlights created glowing

drifting from nearby

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.

the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and the moon hung low, casting a silvery reflection that seemed to

and allowing the sensations to wash over me. For a moment, if I really focused, I could imagine that I was back home in our penthouse. But only

then, I heard footsteps, and my reverie was broken. I turned to see Logan approaching. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with

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

sighed. “I know you’re worried,” he said. “But I promise I’ll try not to let your parents know about the Mafia ties, at least until our cooperation ends. Or until you fall in love