His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 283 Unsaid Words

Ella

As we pulled up to the lookout point, the dazzling city lights sprawled out beneath us like a twinkling tapestry.

The vastness of the view was breathtaking, and I felt a small shiver run down my spine, not from the cold, but from the sheer beauty of it all. Logan parked the car and turned off the ignition. The silence of the night was only punctuated by the faint hum of the city below.

“Come on,” he whispered, gesturing for me to follow. We clambered onto the hood of the car, the cool metal pressing into my legs, and sat side by side, staring out at the shimmering skyline.

The vast city lights stretched out before us, flickering in a rhythmic dance of night. It felt as if we were suspended between two worlds-the serenity of the elevated viewpoint and the bustling city below.

“It looks so small from up here,” I murmured, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the cool metal of the car hood beneath us. “But when I’m in it, it feels endless.”

Logan chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Big cities have that effect. What was your home city like?”

mind drifting back to earlier days. “I grew up in a penthouse in a beautiful part of the city.

right next to your penthouse?” Logan asked. I nodded, smiling at the memory. “Yes, right across the street. We went there all of the time. Many afternoons were spent there, with Moana. and my little sister.

I remembered one particularly fond memory from my childhood, before Daisy was born and before Moana and my dad got together. It was back when Moana was still my nanny. She took me across the street to a little farmer’s market, and bought me a yellow

that duck. It was sitting on my bedside table back at my apartment. Logan seemed to absorb my words, looking out at the distant horizon. After a moment, he turned to me, his gaze

knew what he was referring to. Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Yeah, she isn’t my biological mom. And, yes,

a one night stand.” He waited, giving me the space to continue or

growing soft, “I don’t really care about biology. Moana has been more of a mother to me than my biological mother ever was. She’s filled our home with love, warmth, and

smile played on Logan’s lips. “She

gratitude. “We love each other dearly. She’s the reason

then his voice broke through the night, softer than I’d ever

the warmth creep up my cheeks, making me thankful for the dim lighting. “Thank you,” I whispered, suddenly feeling

is a really nice car,” I remarked, trailing my fingers along its smooth red surface. “Have

was palpable, yet it also held an underlying tension, like an

my first car-this car. And as soon as I was able to drive, I bought it

look at him, intrigued. “An escape from

if I should pry, but curiosity got the better of me. “Was it that bad? Your home life, I

spoke, his voice was low, as if he was sharing a heavy secret. “It wasn’t a good way to grow up,” he

was taken aback. “What do

both-money and a loving family. I always thought you get one or the other. But never both. I got the money part, sure,