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.”

emotions, I nearly missed Logan’s concerned gaze.

fooled for a second. “You don’t have to put on a

Looking around, I tried to imagine seeing this world through his eyes, a never-ending battlefield of politics and power plays. “I don’t hate it,” I admitted. “It’s

me, I know. It’s like being in a nest of

consideration, I felt a warmth. toward him that

weight of the sentiment heavier than the words alone. He simply tightened his grip on my hand, pulling

evening continued its relentless march, the weight of

a reprieve. Logan nodded, his fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair out of my face, putting on the show of a

all the

restroom was an oasis of soft, ambient lighting and muted colors, designed to soothe the senses. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling,

but my empathy overrode my sense of privacy. Three women stood near a gilded mirror, one crying softly while the other two tried to console her. Their elegant dresses

crying girl, her mascara smeared, lifted her head slightly, revealing

tall blonde with a sharp jawline, sighed heavily. “She didn’t

chestnut curls cascading down her back, gently nudged the crying

away a tear and tried to straighten. up. “It doesn’t matter. They’re

to Logan and our moments of genuine connection. Lina smirked bitterly, wincing

flush, not from embarrassment, but from the stark reminder of my own privilege, whether it was fake or

raised an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on her lips.

shrugged. “Just calling it like I see it. We all have our roles here.”

took the cloth gratefully, pressing it against her eye. “Thanks,” she mumbled. The three of them exchanged glances. I felt like I’d unwittingly stumbled into a world I

began, her icy blue eyes studying me, “do

off guard by the directness of her question. “It’s…