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

walked away, leaving me alone at the bar. I felt a sudden

out a deep

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

Ema. This world… it’s so different from anything I’ve known. I feel like I’m out of

Ella, and you have what it takes to get through this night. Like we said, it’s not all

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

and I could handle this. I took

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

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

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

from nearby homes, creating a symphony of

represent a heartbeat, a moment captured in time, a connection to something greater. I felt a

illumination met the dark embrace of the night. Stars peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant

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

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

worry. “I wonder

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

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