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.”

crouched down and pulled the little boy into a tight hug.

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

but seeing you in action today, I believe you’ll achieve great things in the legal world. Keep it

I simply nodded, unable to form

my eyes wide with a mix

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

an eyebrow, I prodded,

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

at him, indignation bubbling up. “You did

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

his 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, but his eyes twinkled with mischief. “No

head in disbelief. “I must

familiar arrogance

for the man beside me. If Logan continued on this path, the thought of possibly being his mate someday

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

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

I said, clearing my throat.

I entered a dimly lit bar tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. A

chose a table in a secluded corner, providing both privacy and a view of the entire place. “I come here when I need to… think,”

whiskey on the rocks for him. The first sip felt like a

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

beginnings,” Logan finally toasted, raising his glass to mine.

at first-the city, our favorite