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, “Take care

the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape the room,

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

her voice

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

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, it’s

I replied. “Except people don’t typically have the

handle this. I took another deep breath, feeling

need some fresh air,” I whispered 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 a hint of

had a purity to it, untouched by the

buildings’ glass facades. Skyscrapers reached for

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

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

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

on my face, listening to the sounds of the city, and allowing the sensations to wash over me. For a moment, if I really focused, I could imagine that I was back

then, I heard footsteps, 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

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

I’ll try not to let your parents know about the Mafia ties, at least until our cooperation