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 him at polite but detached smile. “Thank you,

to find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out

even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the line. Wasn’t like this in the

snap back, to correct his

urge, calming the restless.

I whispered 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

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

bit cowardly,” she

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

with my thoughts. I took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already proven

gentle symphony around me, but I felt like 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 and silver trays. Yet, as much as I

was speaking with two figures, one clearly older, the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger man with the same dark

to Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite

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

held my gaze. It was Marina. She was wearing a tight

finger on why she made. me so uneasy. Maybe it 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 its own, having gained

it was her eyes. Her narrow, knowing eyes. The way that her body and her voice created the impression of

looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried

my voice laced

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

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