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.

I do, Ema?” My voice trembled as I spoke aloud, the weight of the silence in the room pressing on

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

head. “I don’t have a car here.” And yet, the memory of the

Logan’s vast car collection!

of polished leather, fresh wax, and the metallic tinge of oil. The overhead lights cast a

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

convertible caught my eye, its allure undeniable. It seemed powerful yet elegant, much like Logan himself. I remembered this car from before, when Logan took me

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

him. My fingers lightly touched the red splotch on his shoulder, feeling the wetness

me a

as I gripped his arms. “A situation? Logan, you’re

with the embroidered initials ‘D.L.’ from his pocket, he said, “Was inspecting an empty house when I found this.”

trying to make sense

if you’d believe it, but it was eerily out of place.” He paused, inhaling

gasped. “What did he

a shootout. My men and I,

plush armchair, forcing him to sit. Ripping open his shirt, I grimaced at the sight of the shallow wound.

just a graze. I’ll be fine,” Logan tried to reassure me, but

my voice quivering. Racing to the nearby cabinet, I 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, he

do this,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on my face. I looked

softly, the sound laced with

eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “You love

of his usual confidence