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.

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

alone at the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape the room, to find a place where I could breathe and gather my

letting out a deep

handled that quite well,” Ema said, her voice soothing. “You’re stronger than you think,

Ema. This world… it’s so different from

her presence comforting. “You’re strong, Ella, and you have what it takes to get through this night. Like we said, it’s

people don’t typically have the threat of being murdered on their minds when they’re

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

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

whispering secrets and creating a melody that seemed to harmonize with my 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

dancing and reflecting off the buildings’ glass facades. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their peaks lost in the

distant hum of traffic melded with the occasional laughter and music drifting from nearby homes, creating a symphony of

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 with the city,

dark embrace of the night. Stars peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and

of the city, and allowing the sensations to wash

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

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