His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 276 Midnight Kiss

Ella

Logan and I stood side by side on the balcony, the night air wrapping around us like a refreshing embrace. The cool breeze felt like a welcome reprieve after the stuffiness of the party, and the city lights sparkled below us like a bed of jewels.

“God, I hate these fancy dinners,” Logan groaned, loosening his tie. “I hate having to dress up in these tight suits, pretending to be someone I’m not.”

I looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Well, I hate to break it to you, Logan, but you do look quite handsome in that suit.”

He turned to me, his eyes wide. “Handsome, eh?” I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a grin.

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. We fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the party fading into the background as we enjoyed the serenity of the night. The gentle rustle of leaves and distant hum of traffic created a soothing melody that allowed me to forget, if only for a moment, the chaos and tension of the evening.

“I’ve never been good at pretending,” Logan admitted, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, thoughtful. “I always hated putting on airs, trying to fit into a world that never felt like it was mine.”

candor, “You could have fooled me. You seem to fit in

an act, Ella. A game of masks and pretenses. You know what I mean, don’t

with truth and shared experience. Logan and I were both players in a game neither of us wanted to

his eyes intense, and before I

heartbeat, everything else ceased to exist. I could only feel the warmth of

to slap him. But he was quicker, catching my wrist with a firm grip, his eyes wide with shock. “Ella, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have

confusion swirling

his eyes filled with regret. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “I just… I felt

from him. His words echoed in my head, but all I could think about was the taste of

and found the restroom. At least in there, amongst the marble

I entered the restroom, the cool elegance of the room stood in sharp contrast to the whirlwind of emotions roiling inside me. How had things come to this? Wrapped up in a fated mate romance with a Mafia

sparkling chandeliers seemed to mock the turmoil

to the mirror, my eyes wide as took in my reflection. Was this really me? Ella, the sensible one, caught in a web of intrigue and passion with a man whose lifestyle went completely against

deny it, I couldn’t ignore the pull I felt towards Logan. He was undeniably handsome, and there was a sweetness to him, a genuineness that I’d come to enjoy. Our conversations on the balcony had felt real and intimate, a connection that went beyond mere

awakened something inside me, a longing

cool marble countertop, my mind spinning as I tried to make sense of it all. How had I ended up here, in this gilded cage,

Ema’s voice echoed in my mind. “I can

truth. “Shut up!” I growled, slapping my hand on the tiled counter in front of

as I

mean to But she was gone. I was alone, all because of my temper, fueled by Logan and his unwarranted kiss. “Damn him,” I

the confusion that threatened to consume me. I had to be strong, to stay focused. I had to remember who I was and what I stood for. But was this what I really wanted? To push