His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 276

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

game of masks and pretenses. You know what I mean, don’t you?” I looked away, a pang of understanding hitting

experience. Logan and I were both players in a

to me, his eyes intense, and before I

as his lips met mine. The world seemed to stop, and for a heartbeat, everything else ceased to exist. I could only feel the warmth of his lips, the taste of his

he was quicker, catching my wrist with a firm grip, his eyes

pounding, anger and confusion swirling inside me. “What

with regret. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “I just… I

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

impulsive act. Without a word, I slipped away and found the restroom. At least

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

the turmoil I

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

pull I felt towards Logan. He was undeniably handsome, and there was a sweetness to him, a genuineness that I’d come to

something inside me, a longing that I didn’t know how to reconcile with

sense of it all. How had I ended up here, in this gilded cage, playing a role in a

voice

truth. “Shut up!” I growled, slapping

eyes widened as I felt Ema’s presence

I didn’t mean to But she was gone. I was alone, all because of my temper, fueled by Logan and his unwarranted kiss. “Damn him,” I murmured to myself, leaning on the sink. “Damn him to

my face, the cool droplets serving as a momentary reprieve from 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

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