His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 299

Chapter 299 Target Practice

Ella

The laughter from Logan was unexpected-a short burst, barely audible over the ambient hum of the bar’s patrons. “You’re very funny, Ella,” he said, shaking his head. I sat up straighter, leveling Logan with an icy stare. “I’m dead serious, Logan.”

His blue eyes bore into mine, trying to gauge if I was joking. “You? A gun?” “Yes,” I replied, unwavering. “Growing up, my father made sure I took shooting lessons. For self-defense. Your bodyguard has an extra pistol, doesn’t he?”

Logan’s expression shifted from amusement to contemplation. “You truly think you can handle it?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I couldn’t.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. But you’ll have to prove yourself first.”

“Prove myself how?” I laughed, looking around. “Don’t tell me your next big reveal of the night is for me to shoot the pimp that’s been standing in the corner and giving you dirty glares since you beat up one of his customers.”

Logan’s face turned a slight shade of red, but only momentarily.

“No,” he said. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

As the music and laughter reverberated through the bar, Logan took my hand and guided me away from the throng of people, making sure we went unnoticed.

bar, grabbing empty beer bottles that had been discarded by the party-goers. Their

to recycle those or something?”

He smirked. “You’ll see.”

elevator, where Logan pressed the round button that said “B”. As we took it down, the air was silent, save for the

Princess Ella took shooting lessons, huh?” Logan asked,

was important for my safety. My father

he’d be the type. He must

smirked. “You have no

was a slight pause before Logan, with a side glance, added, “Clearly, the apple

forming. “What do you mean?”

tried to keep my face neutral.

you, I had some preconceived notions. Thought you’d be just another wealthy heiress, more

taken aback by his

wrong. I’m pleased to get to know the real

not expecting such raw honesty. A thousand retorts rushed to my mind, but instead of voicing any, I chose silence. Ema whispered, “He’s being

was not on my agenda. “You shouldn’t believe everything you

its descent, the seconds ticking away, making the atmosphere grow thicker. “I look forward

the stipulations of our arrangement, but thinking about it

replied noncommittally, leaving unsaid the words that swirled in my mind: I’m not sure if I ever

to the basement. As the doors slid open, revealing the rustic confines beyond, I felt

of old cement and moist dirt surrounded us,

wooden table. The room was spacious, the brick walls damp, revealing its age and history. From somewhere high up, an old rusty sign hung, swaying ever so slightly, bearing the emblem of what might’ve once been the name of a

their fragments scattering across the table. He grinned triumphantly, expecting applause or at

the gun, an amused expression on his face, no

breath, recalling all the sessions, all the instructions, all the relentless drills I had undergone. Holding the pistol firmly, I

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