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.”

not the first time I had encountered such brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at polite

me for a moment, seemingly trying to find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned back, defeat

even

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

the urge, calming

an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of Edrick Morgan, and the adopted kin of

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

cowardly,”

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

of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already proven to be more eventful than I’d expected, and the night was

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

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

cheer that didn’t quite reach

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

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

my 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

impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw

she was looking right at me with those eyes, and a smirk on her face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As

I asked, my voice laced

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

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