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.”

time I had encountered such brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at

a 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

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

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

calming the

an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he

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

“Seems a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of disappointment

it’s the small sacrifices that keep

the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already proven to be more eventful than

my reach. The bar was bustling with activity, the lights glinting off crystal glasses and

towering oak that was his father, and the other a

enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his

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 ago. A dance so charged, I still felt its electricity. tingling

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

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

the impression of a dimwitted heiress,

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

my voice laced

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

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