His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 294 Out Of Element

Ella

The ballroom dazzled, and it wasn’t just because of the opulent chandeliers dripping with crystals or the intricately patterned marble floors. It was the undercurrents of power and danger, the whispered exchanges and sidelong glances. Every single person seemed important in ways I didn’t understand, and every conversation felt weightier than it should.

Logan led me around the room, his charm a palpable force. I couldn’t help but watch him, part in awe and part in apprehension, as he interacted effortlessly with those around him. As we weaved through the crowd, a loud, boisterous voice pulled us into an unwanted spotlight.

“Logan!” A tall man with an ostentatious suit grinned widely, slapping Logan’s back with a hearty laugh. “Who’s this stunner you’ve got with you? Another fleeting diversion?”

Logan’s face tightened for just a split second before he responded, his voice dripping with controlled authority. “This is Dahlia. My girl.”

A peculiar warmth flooded my cheeks, and I felt something unexpected surge deep within me. My wolf stirred, reacting with a fierce possessiveness to Logan’s declaration. There was an almost overpowering urge to bridge the

small gap between us, to press my lips to his and mark him as mine. Ema growled softly, urging me to claim what she saw as rightfully ours.

“No,” I forcefully told her. “Not now. Not here.”

of emotions, I nearly missed

to refocus. “I’m just taking it all in, I lied, offering a smile I hoped was convincing. He eyed me, not fooled for a second. “You

seeing this world through his eyes, a never-ending battlefield of politics and

know. It’s like being in a nest of vipers, every single time. But it’ll end soon. And I promise to steer clear of those who might

by his consideration, I felt a warmth. toward him that was becoming increasingly difficult

of the sentiment heavier than the words alone. He simply tightened his grip on my hand, pulling me closer to his side,

the weight of everything my internal battles, the overbearing atmosphere-threatened

moment,” I murmured, needing a reprieve. Logan nodded, his fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair out of my face, putting

all the time

slipped away, heading towards the restroom. When I pushed open the door, I was met by a stark contrast to the opulent ballroom. The restroom was an oasis of

privacy. Three women stood near a gilded mirror, one crying softly while the other two tried to console her. Their elegant dresses spoke of the same affluence I had

I ventured softly, my reflection meeting theirs in the mirror. “Is everything okay?” The crying girl,

her voice laced with resignation. One of her friends, a tall blonde

“Who did this?” I demanded. The third girl, with chestnut curls cascading down her back, gently

a tear and tried to straighten. up.

and our moments of genuine connection. Lina smirked bitterly, wincing in pain. “Are you

from the stark reminder of my own privilege, whether it was fake or not. “No, I’m a… girlfriend. To one of

blonde raised an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. “Lucky you. Riding the wave without getting drowned, are

it. We all have our roles here.” I wet a washcloth

gratefully, pressing it against her eye. “Thanks,” she mumbled. The three of them exchanged

Mel began, her icy blue eyes studying me, “do you love him?

of her question.