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.”

be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered

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

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

of indignation bubbled within me. Ema howled in my mind, urging me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell him you’re not some

quelled the urge, calming the

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

to think of the potential consequences. It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers

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

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

allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves.

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

figures, one clearly older, the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger man

facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

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

or even their father who held my gaze. It was Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one

way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings and was now free to roam on

her eyes. Her narrow, knowing eyes. The way 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, but everyone else

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 myself with a fresh drink, Logan

asked, my voice

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

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