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.

Ella,” he said, his voice gentle, “Take

alone at the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape the room, to find a place

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

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

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

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

I replied. “Except people don’t typically have the threat of being murdered on their

though, Ema was right. I was strong, and I could handle this. I took another deep breath, feeling a little

to myself, making 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 gentle caress, filled with the fragrance of night-blooming flowers and

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

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

music drifting from nearby homes, creating a symphony of urban life

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,

held a soft glow, where the city’s illumination met the dark embrace of the night. Stars peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and

allowing the sensations to wash over me. For a moment, if I really focused, I could imagine

see Logan approaching. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with

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

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