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

moment, seemingly trying to find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually,

these days,” he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “too loyal, even when

urging me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell

quelled the urge, calming the

dig deeper.

paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with

with my decision. “Seems a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of disappointment tingeing her

that keep us safe,” I replied gently, not letting the

allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already proven to

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

father, and the other a younger man with the same dark hair and slightly less sharp jawline-Harry,

cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

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

wasn’t Harry, Logan, or even their father who held my gaze. It was Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the

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

voice created the impression of a dimwitted

face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with

asked, my voice laced with

breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his yacht tonight. He wants us

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