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.”

not the first time I had encountered such brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite but detached smile. “Thank you,

faltering in my stance.

me to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a

to snap back, to correct

the urge, calming the restless. spirit within

won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan,

remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse than

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

the small sacrifices that keep us safe,” I replied gently, not letting the

thoughts. I took a sip of my drink, allowing the

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

clearly older, the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger man with the same dark

of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That smile sent chills down my

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

She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore at the family dinner. Red certainly

of her voice. Maybe it was the way she

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

she 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

I asked, my voice

deep breath. “My

you serious? After that… that display on