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?”

“I was lucky, I quess, I began, my mind drifting back to earlier days. “I grew

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

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

Logan seemed to absorb my words, looking out at the distant horizon.

was referring to. Taking a deep breath, I nodded.

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

mother to me than my biological mother ever was. She’s filled our home with

played on Logan’s lips. “She must be someone

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

quiet for a moment, then his voice broke through the night, softer than I’d ever heard it. “You’re very pretty when you talk about the past like that.

up my cheeks, making me thankful for

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

the moment was palpable, yet it also held an underlying tension, like an unsaid secret

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

him, intrigued. “An escape

murmured, sounding somewhat apprehensive. I frowned, unsure if I

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 what’s funny? I sometimes resent people

taken aback. “What do you

I always thought you get one or the other. But never both. I got the money part, sure, but the loving