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?”

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

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

you certainly seemed mad when you

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

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

small chuckle on the

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

how to break this to you, but there’s an event tonight. A restaurant owned by one of my father’s business partners. You and I need to be

groaned. The previous event still lingered in my memory, a potent cocktail of awkwardness

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

in his voice when he added, “Maybe

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 me cringe, although

on thin ice, Logan.” His chuckle deepened. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I swear, I only found out about

process this. “You expect me to get ready for a major

make it up to you. Whatever you

of my word,” I muttered around a mouthful of empanada, already thinking about my wardrobe options for that evening. “But in exchange, I fully expect a free pass out of the next last-minute

chided, and I could hear his smile through the phone. “That’s a bit much to ask. You are supposed to be my girlfriend,

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

to sound stern but unable to

“Yes?”

enjoyable

pause on his

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