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.”

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

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

mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s

me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell him

the urge, calming

“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 the Golden

of the potential consequences. It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse than this

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

I do that sometimes, it’s the small sacrifices that

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

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 and silver trays. Yet, as much as I wanted to drown myself in the distractions,

towering oak that was his father, and the other

of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

and a distant look in his eyes as if he were a world away. I could tell he was in his element,

father who held my gaze. It was Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like

couldn’t 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 was now free to roam on its own,

that her body and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw everything. Saw straight through not only me,

her 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 than I had

my voice laced with

ghost.” He took a deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party

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