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.”

pulled the little boy into a tight

Ella,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. I

seeing you in action today, I believe you’ll achieve great things in

simply nodded, unable to

to Logan, my eyes wide with a mix

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

prodded, “What do

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

gaped at him, indignation bubbling up.

in defense. “Look, I know it wasn’t right,

there was a hint of seriousness in my tone. “You better not eavesdrop on me again.” He winced,

before I sighed, shaking my head

familiar arrogance

me. If Logan

echoed in my mind, egging

mafia someday, and despite his acts of philanthropy today, it was still mafia money-blood money- that allowed him to afford such things. And when it came to the mafia, it wasn’t so easy to

clearing

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 the muffled sounds of light jazz playing in

view of the entire place. “I come here when I need to… think,” he admitted, his blue

red wine for me, and whiskey on the rocks for

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

Logan finally toasted, raising his glass to mine. I

things at first-the city, our