His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 281 Fast Cars & Slow Smiles

Ella

“A broken furnace? Isn’t this a servant’s job?”

As soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, I felt my eyes widened. “Ella!” my wolf growled, annoyed by my words. “That’s rude! Why did you say that?”

Truthfully, I didn’t know why I said it. It just… slipped out. Surprise, maybe?

“I-I’m sorry,” I said aloud, swallowing. “That was rude. I just meant that I’m shocked to see you working on a furnace, that’s all.”

My words were met with a chuckle from the other man who was working with Logan. The servant, a man of about fifty with grizzled hair and weathered hands, looked up at me from where he kneeled on the floor next to the furnace and winked.

shocking for a man of Mr. Logan’s status, but believe it or not, we work on all kinds of stuff together,” the servant explained, his voice full of pride. “Mr. Logan here is so good with his cars, it allows him to fix all manner

good with mechanical stuff. You might find it surprising, but I love getting my hands dirty.

still feeling slightly dazed. As we walked through the expansive mansion, I couldn’t shake off the astonishment I felt. The Logan who stood before me, hands covered in grease and shirt stained with sweat, was

sliding open to reveal yet another secret about him that

storage space for vehicles.

help but feel like I had entered into Logan’s secret sanctuary. Almost instantly, my senses were assaulted by the smell of gasoline and rubber, but it

It was more akin to a professional showroom than a personal garage. Polished concrete

was positioned with deliberate care, allowing ample room to

the far wall, a collection of tools and mechanical

in clear view, ready to be used at a moment’s notice. There were workbenches cluttered with engine parts, sketches,

small lounge area with leather chairs, framed photographs of

this space served not only as a place for work but also for relaxation and reflection. I could almost envision Logan and his friends or fellow enthusiasts gathering

slowly

off of one of the car hoods. “Years and years of

followed his gaze to a sleek red car. I knew nothing about cars, but it looked vintage. And fast. I wandered over to it, my eyes taking in the cream-colored leather interior and the hood that was so shiny I

could see that Logan had a hands-on relationship with these cars. He didn’t just drive them, he understood them. He

a hobby of mine,” Logan said, his voice tinged with passion. “I love working on them, tweaking, modifying, and of course, driving them. I like to drive

had seen so many times before. “I could take you out in one of my fastest cars and show you a good time,” he said,

my mind still grappling with this new side of Logan

practically begging for me to get dirty right along with him amongst all of these cars. It took everything in