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.

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

and walked away, leaving me 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 breath. My

voice soothing.

know, Ema.

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

let out an involuntary, wry chuckle. “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. I took another deep breath, feeling a

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 and a hint

that seemed to harmonize with my restless soul. It had a purity to it, untouched by the chaos

a glittering sea, a myriad of colors dancing and reflecting off the buildings’ glass facades. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens,

music drifting from nearby homes, creating a symphony of urban life

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 with the city, a feeling that I was part of something

soft glow, where the city’s illumination met the dark embrace of the night. Stars peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and the moon hung low,

city, and allowing the sensations to wash over me. For a moment, if I really focused, I could imagine that I

was broken. I turned to see Logan approaching. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. I looked over

tinged with worry.

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