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.”

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

moment, seemingly trying to find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned back, defeat evident in his

“too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the line.

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

I quelled the urge, calming the restless.

back to her internally. “If he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of Edrick Morgan, and the adopted

cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse

cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of disappointment tingeing

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

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

a scene that was just out of my reach. The bar was bustling with activity, the lights glinting

the towering oak that was his father, and the other

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

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

was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore

was the cloying 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

her eyes. Her narrow, knowing eyes. The way that her body and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes

feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a

I asked, my voice laced with

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

“Are you serious? After that… that display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted, Logan. I