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.

said, his

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

into a private hallway, I leaned against the wall, letting out a deep breath. My heart was racing, and my mind was a whirl of

handled that quite well,” Ema said, her voice

the support and strength Ema lent me. “I don’t know, Ema. This world… it’s so different from anything

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 not all that different from your

wry chuckle. “Yeah,” I replied. “Except people don’t typically have the threat of being murdered on their minds when they’re

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 a soothing balm against my heated skin. It was a gentle caress, filled with the fragrance of night-blooming flowers

secrets and creating a melody that seemed to harmonize with my restless soul. It had a purity to

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 pulsed

of traffic melded with the occasional laughter and music drifting from nearby

ambition, and dreams. Each flicker seemed to represent a heartbeat, a moment captured in time, a connection to something greater. I felt a sense of unity with the city, a feeling that I was part of something vast and

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

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 home

approaching. “Are you okay?” he asked,

find out about our ‘relationship’ eventually,” I admitted, my voice tinged with worry. “I wonder if they’ll disown me

“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