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.”

shade of red. Without a word, he crouched down and pulled the little boy into a tight hug. I felt tears beginning to prick

gaze softened. “I owe you an apology, Ella,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. I let her hug me, touched

so that only I could hear. “I was quick to judge, but seeing you in action today,

of emotions, I simply nodded, unable to

and her son departed, I turned to Logan, my eyes wide with a mix of surprise and admiration. “That was incredibly generous of

just say I had a change of heart. And yes, you can pat yourself on the back

eyebrow, I prodded,

may have used my wolf hearing to eavesdrop on your conversation with Miss

gaped at him, indignation bubbling up.

his hands in defense. “Look, I know it wasn’t right, but hearing you both-especially your

arm playfully, though there was a hint of seriousness in my tone. “You better not eavesdrop on me again.” He winced, rubbing the spot where I’d hit him,

a chuckle before I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief. “I must admit, you’ve subverted many

grew, that familiar arrogance

If Logan continued on this path, the thought of possibly

voice echoed

he really did extricate himself entirely from the mafia someday, and despite his acts of philanthropy today, it was still mafia money-blood

said, clearing my

a quiet corner of the city. A warm ambiance emanated from the wooden interiors, amber lighting, and the

place. “I come here when I need to… think,” he admitted, his

the rocks for him. The first sip felt like a warm hug, melting away the last of

thoughts. But as the alcohol began to take its edge off, a lighter mood

finally toasted, raising his glass to mine. I smirked, tapping my glass against his.

conversation flowed more freely after that, discussing inconsequential things at first-the city, our favorite books, and our