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.”

and I doubted it would be the

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

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

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

I quelled the urge, calming the restless. spirit within

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

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

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

sacrifices that keep

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

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, my eyes kept drifting back

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

smile, as he spoke to Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach

there was Logan, standing tall and firm, though there was a tension in 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 of our dance moments ago. A dance so charged,

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

the way she sauntered

her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw everything. Saw straight through not only me, but everyone else around

on 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

my voice laced

like you just saw a ghost.” He took a deep breath. “My brother’s

After that… that display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted, Logan. I just want