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, I offered him

studied me for a moment, seemingly trying to find some sign of faltering in my stance.

he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the line. Wasn’t like this in the old

urging me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell him you’re not some paid

the urge, calming the

I whispered back to her internally. “If he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper.

It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked.

cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of

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

allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already proven to

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

that was his father, and the other

Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That

then 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

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

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

of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw everything. Saw straight through

looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a fresh drink,

asked, my voice laced

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

on the dance floor?