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.”

red. Without 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

you an apology, Ella,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. I let her hug me, touched by the warmth of

lowered her voice then so that only I could hear. “I was quick to judge, but seeing you in action today, I believe you’ll achieve great things in the legal world. Keep

emotions, I simply

my eyes wide with a mix of surprise

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

eyebrow, I prodded, “What

hesitant. “I… may have used my

indignation bubbling

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

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

shaking my head in disbelief. “I

smirk grew, that familiar arrogance returning. “Maybe I’m

and admiration for the man beside me. If Logan continued on this path, the thought of possibly being his mate someday didn’t

voice echoed in my mind, egging me

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 philanthropy today, it was still mafia money-blood money- that allowed him

said, clearing my throat.

lit bar tucked away in a quiet corner of the

of the entire place. “I come here when I need

drinks-a rich red wine for me, and whiskey on the rocks for him. The first sip felt like a warm hug,

we both sat in silence, lost in our thoughts. But as the alcohol

new beginnings,” Logan finally toasted, raising his glass to mine. I smirked, tapping my glass against his. “And to

at first-the city, our favorite books, and our go-to comfort