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?”

sighed, leaning back on my hands and letting the cool night air wash over me. “I was lucky, I quess, I began, my mind drifting back to earlier days. “I grew up in a penthouse in

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. We’d have picnics beneath the willow trees, chase butterflies, and just… be.

and before Moana and my dad got together. It was back when Moana was still my nanny. She took

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 searching. “Ella, is it true what they said at that party

Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Yeah, she isn’t

He waited, giving me the space to

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 laughter. I’m so grateful she came into my and my

on Logan’s lips.

dearly. She’s the reason I believe in unconditional love. She’s my dad’s fated

moment, then his voice broke through the night, softer than I’d ever heard it.

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

topic, I turned my attention to the sleek machine we were perched on. “This is a really nice car,” I remarked, trailing my fingers along its smooth red surface. “Have you always had a thing for

yet it also held an underlying tension, like an unsaid

voice contemplative. “As soon as I was old enough, I began saving up for my first car-this car. And as soon as I was able to drive, I bought it and never looked back. I’ve always

look at him, intrigued. “An escape

unsure if I should pry, but curiosity got the better of

sharing a heavy secret. “It

taken aback. “What do

at me, his blue eyes intense. “You grew up with both-money and a loving family. I always thought you get one or the other. But never both. I