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?”

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 a beautiful part of the city. I had my own room, with this big

street. We went there all of the time. Many afternoons were

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

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 searching. “Ella, is it true what they said

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

sister was the product of a one night stand.” He waited, giving me

my voice 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

smile played on Logan’s lips. “She

full of gratitude. “We love each other dearly. She’s the reason I believe in unconditional love.

voice broke through the night, softer than I’d ever heard it. “You’re very pretty when you talk about the past like

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

also held an underlying tension, like an unsaid secret just waiting to

car. And as soon as I was able to drive, I bought it and never looked back. I’ve

him, intrigued. “An escape

I frowned, unsure if I should pry, but curiosity got

a moment, Logan looked lost, his eyes distant. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, as if he was sharing a heavy secret. “It wasn’t a good way to grow up,” he admitted. “And you know

taken aback. “What do

intense. “You grew up with both-money and a loving family. I always thought you get one or the other. But never both. I got the money part, sure, but the loving family? Not so