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

in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned back, defeat

to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the line. Wasn’t like this in the old

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

urge, calming the restless. spirit

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

that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was

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

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

sip of my drink, allowing the cool

outsider, an observer of a scene that was just out of my reach. The bar was bustling

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

as he spoke to Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer

away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part of the loyal Barrett son, but there was an undercurrent

wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore at the family dinner. Red certainly was

the way she sauntered wherever

of a

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 finally approached, his face more serious than

asked, my voice laced with

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

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