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.”

brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite but

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

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

in my mind, urging me to snap back, to correct his

quelled the urge, calming the restless. spirit

he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig

potential consequences. It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had

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

the small sacrifices that keep us safe,” I replied

with a final, 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 more eventful

conversation and the fading music formed a 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

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

to Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that

was 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

my gaze. It was Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore at the family dinner.

it was the cloying sound of her voice. Maybe it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that

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

flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a fresh drink, Logan finally approached, his face more serious than I had seen

asked, my

like you just saw a ghost.” He took a deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his yacht tonight. He wants

display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted,