His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 298 Ella’s Got A Gun

Ella

The bar was dimly lit, its ambiance intensified by the low hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of ambient music. Golden chandeliers, casting sporadic glows, adorned the room, contrasting the otherwise dark woodwork.

I felt the cool leather of the bar stool beneath me as I observed the people around, each of them engrossed in their own narratives, oblivious to mine.

It’s amazing how, even in a room full of people, you can feel alone, disconnected. My fingers. absentmindedly played with the stem of my wine glass as I lost myself in my thoughts, waiting for Logan to return.

“Is this seat taken?” The voice was suave, a touch too smooth. Turning slightly, I found myself looking up at a tall man, his finely tailored suit hinting at wealth and power. I gave a noncommittal shrug. “It’s free.”

He grinned, revealing perfectly aligned teeth. “You’re Logan Barrett’s, aren’t you?” There was a knowing glint in his eyes, as though he believed he had already figured me out. I arched an eyebrow, choosing my words carefully. “I’m with Logan tonight.”

The man chuckled. “With Logan’? So diplomatic of you.” He leaned in closer, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with the aroma of alcohol. “I’ve got more to offer than Barrett does. What do you say? Spend the night with me instead.”

it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite but detached

to find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh

loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the line. Wasn’t like this in

back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell him you’re not some

urge, calming

this way,” I whispered back to her internally. “If he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of Edrick Morgan, and the

was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world

cowardly,” she remarked, a

sacrifices that keep us safe,” I replied gently, not

my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves.

conversation and the fading music formed a gentle symphony around me, but I felt like an outsider, an observer of a scene that was just out of my reach. The bar

towering oak that was his father, and the

eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That smile

were a world away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part of the

Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore

quite put my finger on why she made. me so uneasy. Maybe it was the cloying sound of her voice. Maybe it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings and

it was her eyes. Her narrow, knowing eyes. The way that her body and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress,

face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a fresh drink, Logan finally approached, his face more serious

I asked, my voice laced

ghost.” He took a deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his yacht tonight. He wants us to

that display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted, Logan. I just