His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 317 Fond Memories

Ella

As I processed Logan’s sudden invitation for drinks, an unfamiliar warmth spread across my cheeks. I was caught off guard by the sudden sense of attraction that bubbled up within me.

The frivolous, detached mobster I had become accustomed to seemed to have been suddenly replaced by a more thoughtful, almost vulnerable man. And despite my inner reservations, I found myself intrigued by this newfound side of him.

“Sure, Logan. Drinks it is.” My voice held an edge of playful challenge, hinting at the maze of emotions coursing within me.

He shot me a half-smile, seemingly satisfied with my answer. As we walked toward the exit of the courthouse, I pondered the unexpected shift in our dynamic. But just as we were about to step out, a familiar voice called out, “Mr. Barrett!”

We both turned to see Miss Smith, the woman with the heart-wrenching testimony from earlier, running towards us with her young son in tow. I froze, my mind immediately thinking of the tense encounter we had in the bathroom. Breathless, Miss Smith stopped before us, her gaze locked onto Logan.

“Thank you,” she began, her voice heavy with emotion. “For everything… and especially for the check.”

I blinked in surprise, glancing from her to Logan, seeking clarification. “What check?”

Miss Smith’s grateful eyes met mine. “After our chat in the restroom, Mr. Logan pulled me aside and handed me a check, covering my son’s medical bills. He asked me to keep it a secret until the session ended. I… I don’t even have the words to express my gratitude.”

My gaze shifted to Logan, whose face now bore an uncharacteristic blush. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his usual cool demeanor. “I just wanted to help. And if you ever need assistance in the future, don’t hesitate to call.”

The moment was touching, to say the least. Miss Smith, teary-eyed, leaned in to give Logan a tight embrace. When they were finished, she looked down at her son. “Go ahead, honey. Tell the nice man what you told me.”

Her son, wringing his hands bashfully, cleared his throat. “Um…. Thank you, Mister. You’re my hero.”

a word, he crouched down and pulled the little boy into a tight hug. I felt tears beginning to prick at the backs of my eyes, and quickly looked away,

wrapping her arms around me. I let her hug me, touched by the warmth

could hear. “I was quick to judge, but seeing you in

emotions, I simply nodded, unable to form coherent

Logan, my eyes wide with a mix of surprise and

a nonchalant shrug. “Let’s just say I had a change of heart. And yes, you can pat yourself

prodded, “What do

have used my wolf hearing to eavesdrop on your conversation

at him, indignation bubbling

chuckled, holding up his hands in defense. “Look, I know it wasn’t right, but hearing you both-especially your genuine concern for her- made me reassess some

hint of seriousness in my tone. “You better not eavesdrop on me again.” He winced, rubbing the spot where I’d hit him, but his eyes twinkled with mischief.

before I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief. “I must

that familiar arrogance returning. “Maybe I’m full of

and admiration for the man beside me. If Logan continued on

falling for him,” Ema’s voice echoed in my

shook my head to dispel the thoughts. Logan and I could never be mates; not unless he really did extricate himself entirely from the mafia someday, and despite his acts of

clearing my

even as Logan and I entered a dimly lit bar tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. A warm ambiance emanated from the wooden interiors, amber lighting, and

entire place. “I come here when I

me, and whiskey on the rocks for him. The first

a moment, we both sat in silence, lost in our thoughts. But as the alcohol began to take its edge off, a lighter mood

mine. I smirked, tapping my glass against his. “And

inconsequential things at first-the