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.”

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

some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned back, defeat evident in

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

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

the urge, calming the restless.

escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he

identity remained cloaked. The world

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

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

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 to be more eventful

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

that was his father, and the other a younger man with the same dark hair and slightly less sharp jawline-Harry, Logan’s

he spoke to Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That smile sent

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,

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

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

created the impression of

my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself

asked, my voice laced with

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

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