His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Last Minute Plans

Ella

The forest’s lingering scent still clung to me as I made my way back home. My feet moved over the familiar asphalt path, my mind still replaying the events of the day.

The feeling of freedom and serenity from my hike, followed by the shock of the attempted mugging and then the mysterious young man’s timely intervention, made for an interesting concoction of experiences that day. I was a bit roughed up after the experience, but also intrigued.

As I returned to the hustle and bustle of the city, the familiar sounds were almost a relief after my experience in the quiet woods. I imagined Moana scolding me for not bringing my pepper spray, and my father having a full-blown mental breakdown over it.

It was things like these that I decided to keep from my parents. Not because I wanted to hide anything, but because I didn’t want them to worry. If they knew about half of the dangerous things I dealt with in this city, they would be at my doorstep in an instant, demanding me to come home.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking my reverie. I fumbled for it, flipping it open to see Logan’s name on the display. I hesitated, but then swiped to answer anyway.

“Ella, Logan’s voice greeted, sounding unusually hesitant. “Did you see my note?”

I sighed, shifting my handbag to my other shoulder. “Yes, considering the fact that it was right out on my kitchen counter. It was a bit hard to miss.”

“Well?” he asked, somewhat expectantly. “Are you still mad at me?”

around me, the sound of cars and people filled my senses. Somewhere nearby, I could smell the fragrant aroma of a food truck, and I suddenly felt my stomach grumbling at the thought

never mad at you, Logan,” I muttered, stepping out into the street along with a group

were you, then?” he asked. “Because you certainly seemed mad when

bit at the mention, thinking back on. my encounter in the woods. “Okay, maybe I was a little mad,” I said. “Next time, when I tell you not to kiss me, I mean

Logan sounded remorseful. Genuinely remorseful. It was

me soften a bit. As I stepped into line for that food truck, I nodded, forgetting momentarily that

small chuckle on the other end.

another reason why you called me on a Saturday afternoon?” I asked, handing the vendor my cash in exchange for a steaming

sigh on the other end of the phone. “Yes, actually,” he said. “Look, I don’t know how to break this to you, but there’s an event tonight. A restaurant owned by one of my father’s business partners.

event still lingered in my memory, a potent cocktail of awkwardness and tension

touch of humor to it. “It won’t be like last time, promise. There’ll be

voice when he added, “Maybe you can grace everyone with those incredible dancing skills

couldn’t help the face I made, even though he couldn’t see it. Last night’s memories of the two of us dancing in my living room made

resist. I swear, I only found out about the

expect me to get ready for

softened. “I’ll make it up to

word,” I muttered around a mouthful of empanada, already thinking about my wardrobe options for that evening. “But in exchange, I fully

his smile through the phone. “That’s a bit

“I was just joking. I’ll see you later.” He sounded relieved. “Thank you, Ella.

replied, trying to sound stern but unable to keep the hint of a smile

“Yes?”

enjoyable night with you. last

a tense pause on his end. “Understood.

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