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?”

at an intersection while I waited for the light to change. All 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

you, Logan,” I muttered, stepping out into the street along with a group of other

he asked. “Because you certainly seemed mad when you bared your fangs like

“Okay, maybe I was a little mad,” I said. “Next time, when I tell you

was a

soften a bit. As I stepped into line for that food truck, I nodded, forgetting momentarily that he couldn’t see me from the other end of the phone. “I forgive you,” I answered.

chuckle on the

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

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

lingered in my memory, a potent cocktail of awkwardness and

won’t be like last time,

his voice when he added, “Maybe

couldn’t see it. Last night’s memories of the two of us dancing in my living room made me cringe, although I couldn’t deny the red tint that came

I swear, I only found out about the event this morning. Hence

process this. “You expect me to get ready for a major event in,” I checked my watch, “less than

it up to you.

lucky I’m a woman of my word,” I muttered around a mouthful of empanada, already thinking about my wardrobe options for that evening.

through the phone. “That’s a bit much to ask. You are supposed to

I know,” I replied. “I was just joking. I’ll see you

replied, trying to sound stern but unable to keep the hint

“Yes?”

have an enjoyable night

was a tense pause on his end. “Understood. See

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