His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 319

Chapter 319 Breakroom Gossip Vs Cold Blood

Ella

As the sun peeked through the gaps in my curtains, illuminating the quiet of my bedroom, my phone buzzed.

The name on the screen-Logan-made my heart race. It had been a week since our conversation at the bar, and while the weight of his story still lingered between us, our professional relationship had felt as though it solidified.

“Morning.” I answered, my voice still raspy from sleep. “You’re calling me bright and early today.”

“Ella,” he greeted, his tone more formal than I’d grown used to. “The last case you handled for me went well. I have another one, but this… it’s different. More complicated. A lot more complicated.”

I sat up, intrigued. “Complicated how?”

He paused, choosing his words carefully. “There’s been a murder. On a property I own.”

The gravity of his words settled over me. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I ran my hand through my hair, my eyes darting across the room.

“A murder?” I asked quietly.

Logan was silent for a moment. “Yes,” he finally replied. “Ella, I… His voice softened a bit. “I know how it sounds, but it had nothing to do with me. And yet…” He paused again. I heard the sound of another voice in the background- someone calling his name.

“Logan?” I called out.

I could hear him clear his throat. “Actually, I’ll send you the details later, alright?” he said. “Something came up.”

I sighed. It was only six in the morning, and I was already being bombarded with a case that I hadn’t been expecting; a murder, of all things. “I see,” I said, putting on my best professional voice. “Just get me the details, and I’ll handle it.”

tone slightly softer. “But

“I

excitement and trepidation. Little did I know, the day had

greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging

direction, I made my way to my desk, lost in thoughts about

voices came from the breakroom,

this,” one voice-clearly Rebecca’s, with her signature nasal tone-said, dripping with condescension. “The rookie’s

another voice, which I recognized as Mark’s, chimed in, “I’ve been here for five years, and I’ve never been handed something of this magnitude.

maybe if you were sleeping with your client, you’d have

felt my hands curl up into fists at my sides, and my ears began to grow into slight points as the urge to shift started to creep up on

bristling at their harsh words. “Tell

it to try to argue against these gossips. Kill ’em with kindness, as Moana

I straightened my posture and walked into the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,” I

one by one, they began to leave, the tension in

voice dripped with

“Noted. Have a great day, Sarah,” I replied, opting for politeness. She huffed, casting me one last dirty look before walking out, her heels

thought of the challenging

in my dim office. Files that had yet to be neatly put away lay scattered across the desk, testament to the complex nature

my keyboard was the lone noise breaking the quiet, until the soft knock on

walked in, his usually confident posture replaced by one of tension. His stormy eyes held a hint of

thought you were going to

gently behind him. “I was,” he said, running a hand through his dark hair. “But I decided that

was murdered in one of my restaurants-La Lune, it’s called. And

back in my

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