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.”

I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite but detached smile. “Thank you, but

for a moment, seemingly trying to find some sign of faltering in my

mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of

bubbled within me. Ema howled in my mind, urging me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell him you’re not some

I quelled the urge, calming the restless. spirit within

back to her internally. “If he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If

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

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

that sometimes, it’s the small sacrifices that keep us safe,” I replied gently, not letting the sting of her words

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

of 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 with activity, the lights glinting off crystal glasses

older, the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger man with the same dark hair

smile, as he spoke to Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite

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 on

Logan, or even their father who held my gaze. It was Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore at the family dinner.

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

voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw everything. Saw straight through not only

a smirk on her face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a fresh drink,

my voice laced

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

that display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted,