His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 334 Steal Away

Ella

I lingered in the opulent sitting room, Mrs. Wentworth’s words still fresh in my mind. The soft glow of the chandeliers painted the room in a warm amber hue, casting shadows over the lavish sofas and intricate tapestries that adorned the walls.

I couldn’t shake off the growing unease bubbling within me. Logan had been gone for hours, and every tick of the ornate grandfather clock heightened my anxiety. It was well past midnight by now, I had thought that he would have returned by now. What did he even mean by what he had said? Was he planning on confronting the men who kidnapped me tonight with so little preparation?

Chewing on my bottom lip, my gaze shifted to the large French windows that looked out onto the estate’s driveway. I half-expected to see Logan’s car approaching, but the gravel path remained empty.

The sitting room, with its high-vaulted ceilings and marble columns, was filled with the soft hum of the grand clock, its pendulum swinging methodically. As I sank into one of the plush sofas, staring absently at the intricate patterns of the Persian rug beneath my feet, a nagging unease gripped me.

“Something’s not right,” Ema said suddenly, pulling me out of my reverie.

I closed my eyes, trying to locate the source of my unrest. The emotion felt distant, as though it wasn’t wholly mine. Logan, I realized with a jolt. The fated mate bond we shared allowed me to feel his emotions, especially when they were particularly intense. And right now, I felt his distress.

“Ema,” I whispered internally, “do you feel it too?”

“Yes,” Ema responded, her voice tinged with concern. It felt like a cloud of unease, growing by the moment. I had heard tales of how it felt when someone’s fated mate was in distress, but I had thought that I was immune to it since I rejected him. Apparently I wasn’t.

My fingers drummed on the armrest, my patience waning. “Should I check on him?”

Ema hesitated, then replied, “Maybe you should. It’s been hours now. He could be in trouble.”

Grabbing my phone from the coffee table, I dialed Logan’s number, my heart pounding with every ring. Once, twice, three times… but no answer. The voicemail greeting clicked on, leaving me more worried than before.

spoke aloud,

Ema mused, her tone contemplative. “Or… you could go

have a car here.” And yet, the memory of the

Logan’s vast car collection!

garage, the door creaking as it opened to reveal an expansive chamber. The scent that hit me was a mix of polished leather, fresh

conditioned to perfection. As I walked through the aisles, my fingers brushed against the cool, smooth hoods,

like Logan himself. I remembered this car from before, when Logan took me on a joyride.

impulsive decision, the unmistakable sound of a car’s tires screeching to a halt echoed through the garage.

lightly touched the red splotch on his shoulder,

his breath, gave me a weak smile. “I had a

his arms. “A situation? Logan,

he said, “Was inspecting an empty house when

echoed, trying to make sense of

you’d believe it, but it was eerily out of place.” He paused, inhaling deeply. “And then, out of nowhere, men in

gasped. “What did he

not entirely sure. There was a shootout. My men and

his shirt, I grimaced at the sight of the shallow wound. The bullet had just

I’ll be fine,” Logan tried to reassure me,

recalled seeing a first aid kit there earlier. Grabbing it, I returned to Logan’s side, quickly cleaning the wound with an antiseptic wipe. He winced and pulled away, but with a stern look from me,

to do this,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on my face. I looked up, meeting his intense blue eyes.

laced with

my eyes but couldn’t suppress

a hint of his usual confidence returning. “Among other