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?”

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 bay

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. We’d have picnics

and my dad got together. It was back when Moana was still my nanny. She took me across the street to a

my words, looking out at the distant horizon.

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

the product of a one night stand.” He waited, giving me the space to continue or not.

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

lips. “She must be

I replied, my heart full of gratitude. “We love each other dearly. She’s the reason I believe in unconditional love. She’s my dad’s fated

I’d ever heard it. “You’re very pretty when

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

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

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

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 loved cars, ever since I

at him, intrigued.

murmured, sounding somewhat apprehensive. I frowned, unsure if I should pry, but curiosity got the better of me. “Was it that bad?

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 like you, just a

taken aback. “What do

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 got the money part, sure, but the loving family? Not