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?”

of cars and people filled my senses. Somewhere nearby,

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

certainly seemed

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

remorseful. Genuinely remorseful. It was

food truck, I nodded, forgetting momentarily that he couldn’t see me from

was a small chuckle

why you called me on a Saturday afternoon?” I asked, handing the vendor my

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.

groaned. The previous event still lingered in my

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

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

Logan.” His chuckle deepened. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I swear, I only found out about the event this morning. Hence the short

get ready for a major event in,” I checked

it up to you.

about my wardrobe options for that evening. “But in exchange, I

“That’s a bit much

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 keep the hint

“Yes?”

an enjoyable night with you. last night.

pause on his

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