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.”

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

my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned

his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “too loyal, even when

mind, urging me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my

urge, calming the restless. spirit within

an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of Edrick Morgan, and the adopted kin of

the potential consequences. It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I

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

it’s the small sacrifices that keep us safe,” I replied gently,

I took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already proven to

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 was bustling with activity, the lights glinting off crystal glasses

speaking with two figures, one clearly older, the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger man with the same dark hair and slightly less sharp jawline-Harry, Logan’s

facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That smile

look in his eyes as if he were a world away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part

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

she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings and was

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

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

my voice

look like you just saw a ghost.” He took a deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on

surprise. “Are you serious? After that… that display on the dance floor? I’m