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 last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite but detached

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

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

surge of indignation bubbled within me. Ema howled in my mind, urging me to snap back,

I quelled the urge, calming the restless.

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

It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse than this

a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a hint

the small sacrifices that keep

disdainful look, departed, leaving me 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

was just 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

his father, and the other a younger man with the same dark hair

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

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

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

was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings

it was 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

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 I

my voice laced with

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

blinked in surprise. “Are you serious? After that… that display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted, Logan. I just want to go