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

the bar. I felt a sudden urge to escape

against the wall, letting out a deep breath. My

handled that quite well,” Ema said, her voice

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

strong, Ella, and you have what it takes to get through this night.

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

Ema was right. I was strong, and I could handle this.

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 it, untouched by the chaos and pretense of the evening, and

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

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

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

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

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

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

our ‘relationship’ eventually,” I admitted, my voice tinged with worry. “I wonder if they’ll disown me for being with a Mafia guy. Even if it

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