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 had encountered such brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite but detached smile. “Thank

find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let

his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the

my mind, urging me to snap back, to correct

I quelled the urge, calming

internally. “If he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I

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

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

know 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

departed, leaving me once 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

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 eyes kept drifting

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

cheer

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 of our dance moments ago. A dance so charged, I

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

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

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

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

asked, my

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

surprise. “Are you serious? After that… that display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted, Logan. I just want to