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.”

first time I had encountered such brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite but

faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned back, defeat evident in

me to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the

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

the urge, calming the restless. spirit within

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 adopted kin of

identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse than this man’s misplaced

my decision. “Seems a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of disappointment tingeing

that keep us safe,” I replied gently,

again alone with my thoughts. I took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already proven to be more eventful than

was just out of my reach. The bar was bustling with activity, the lights glinting off crystal glasses and silver trays. Yet, as much as I wanted to drown myself in the distractions, my

speaking with two figures, one clearly older, the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger man

Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that

element, playing the part of the loyal Barrett son, but there was an undercurrent of unrest, a shadow that reminded me of our dance moments ago. A dance so charged, I still felt its electricity. tingling

it wasn’t Harry, Logan, or even their father who held my gaze. It was Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore at the family dinner. Red certainly was her color-the color of

of her voice. Maybe it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its

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

flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a fresh drink, Logan finally approached, his face

I asked, my voice laced with

a deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his yacht

that… that display on the dance floor?