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.”

boy into a tight hug. I felt

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

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

I simply nodded, unable to form coherent

I turned to Logan, my eyes wide with a mix of surprise and admiration.

nonchalant shrug. “Let’s just say I had a change

an eyebrow, I prodded, “What

neck, clearly hesitant. “I… may have used my wolf hearing to eavesdrop on your conversation with Miss

indignation bubbling

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

not eavesdrop on me again.”

shared a chuckle before I sighed, shaking my head

smirk grew, that familiar arrogance returning.

a mix of exasperation and admiration for the man beside me. If Logan continued on this path, the thought of possibly being

echoed in my

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

said, clearing my throat.

quiet corner of the city. A warm ambiance

corner, providing both privacy and a view of the entire place. “I come here when I need to… think,” he admitted, his blue eyes scanning the

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

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

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

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