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 smile. “Thank you, but I’m

a moment, seemingly trying to find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned back, defeat

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

fiery surge of indignation bubbled within me. Ema howled in my mind, urging me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert

urge, calming

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

of the potential consequences. It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked.

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

as well as I do that sometimes, it’s the small sacrifices that keep us safe,” I replied gently, not letting the sting of her

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

around me, but I felt like an outsider, an observer of a scene that was just out of my reach. The

the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger

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

his jaw and a distant look in his eyes as if he were a world away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part of the loyal Barrett son, but there was an undercurrent of unrest, a shadow that reminded me

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

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

way that her body and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew

was looking right at me with those eyes, and a smirk on her face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with

I asked, my

“My brother’s

on the dance floor? I’m exhausted, Logan. I just want to