His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 279 Disrespect

Ella

The office hummed with the usual activity, but as I sat at my desk, the files for the new case spread out in front of me, my mind kept drifting to Sarah’s words. They clung to me like a shadow, her insinuations and her accusations haunting me.

I tried to focus on the documents in front of me, the complicated legal jargon and the details of the new case with Logan. But my hands trembled slightly no matter how hard I tried to steady them, and I couldn’t shake the fear that had settled itself in the pit of my stomach.

What if Sarah was right? What if I was trapped? A pawn in a game that I didn’t fully understand? A game that I could never understand?

“Ella,” a voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to find Mr. Henderson standing over my desk. “Are you okay? You look distracted.”

I forced a smile, willing myself to push Sarah’s words aside. “I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a lot on my mind.”

He frowned, his eyes searching my face from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. He still wore the fancy Rolex on his wrist. “Well, I hope that what’s on your mind is your case, and not trivial matters,” he said. “This new case with Mr. Barrett is of the utmost importance. I need you to be focused. Understand?”

that my face didn’t betray the churning in my belly. “I

seemingly satisfied, and moved on, leaving me alone with my thoughts once

even as I delved into the case and tried to focus my entire energy on it, I found my mind still straying to Logan’s words, his actions, the way he conducted himself. Everything that he ever said or did felt like a trick now. I was reading into everything, even down to the minor muscle movements in his

something more to it? Did he really plan on ‘letting me go’ once

frustrated with myself. I was letting Sarah’s words get to me, letting

like that. He was different. He had been kind to me, respectful, even. But there was a nagging

found myself glancing at the clock, counting down the hours until I could leave,

had a new resolve within me: I needed to

beat. There, waiting outside, were the

Miss Morgan,” he said as I approached. “Your chariot awaits

my voice sharper than I intended. “What are you doing here? I live within walking distance. You don’t need to

eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s a dangerous city,

frowned, anger bubbling up inside me. “By disrespecting my wishes? Is this how it’s going to be all throughout this year? I don’t want this to be another case where the

eyes widening in confusion. “What are you talking about, Ella? Trapped? Abused? What’s all this

had spoken without thinking, my fear and anxiety spilling out in a rush of words. But it was too late

it true?” I asked, my voice trembling. “What they say about the Mafia and the women who get involved with them? That they’re trapped,

true, to an extent. But not all men are like that, Ella. Just some of them.” “But how do I know

me, Ella,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “I would never do anything like that to you. I’m not like

dark cloud, hanging over me, obscuring

cried, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. “How can I ever trust you

my arm, his eyes filled with compassion. “That was a misunderstanding, Ella. You know that. You