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

away, leaving me alone at the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape

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

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

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 of

you have what it takes to get

involuntary, wry chuckle. “Yeah,” I replied. “Except people don’t typically have

could handle this. I took another deep breath,

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 the

my restless soul. It had a purity to

lights stretched out like a glittering sea, a myriad of colors dancing 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 pulsed

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

against the railing, my 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. I felt a sense of unity

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

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

Logan approaching. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. I looked over at

to find out about our ‘relationship’ eventually,” I admitted, my voice tinged with worry. “I

to let your parents know about the Mafia ties, at