His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 283

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?”

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

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

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

on my bedside table back at my apartment. Logan seemed to absorb my words, looking out at

breath, I nodded. “Yeah, she isn’t my biological mom. And,

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 so grateful she came into my

lips.

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

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

thankful for the dim lighting. “Thank you,” I

attention to the sleek machine we were perched on. “This is a really nice car,”

yet it also held an underlying tension, like an unsaid

his 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 loved cars, ever since I was a kid. They’ve been… an escape for

at him, intrigued. “An escape from

frowned, unsure if

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

aback.

you get one or the other. But never both. I

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