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

stepping out into the street

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

at the mention, thinking back on. my encounter in the woods. “Okay, maybe I was a little mad,” I said. “Next time, when

course.” Logan sounded remorseful. Genuinely remorseful. It was a little surprising. “Well, I’m sorry, Ella.

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

a small chuckle on

why you called me on a Saturday afternoon?” I

actually,” he said. “Look, I don’t know how to break this to you, but there’s an event tonight. A

my memory, a potent cocktail of

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

he added, “Maybe you can grace everyone

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

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

expect me to get ready for a major event in,” I checked my watch, “less

voice softened. “I’ll make it up to you. Whatever you

woman of my word,” I muttered around a mouthful of empanada, already thinking about my wardrobe options for

“That’s a bit much to ask. You are supposed to be my girlfriend, after all. Fake

you later.” He sounded relieved.

sound stern but unable to keep the hint of a smile

“Yes?”

an enjoyable night with you. last night.

on

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