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.

trembled as I spoke aloud, the

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

car here.” And yet, the memory of the grand garage flashed before my

Logan’s vast car collection!

to the garage, the door creaking as it opened to reveal an expansive chamber. The scent that hit me was a mix of polished leather, fresh wax, and the metallic tinge of oil. The overhead lights cast a soft glow over a vast

meticulously cared for, their exteriors gleaming, their leather seats conditioned to perfection. As I walked through the aisles, my fingers brushed against the cool, smooth hoods, each car

Logan took me on

as I was about to give in to my impulsive decision, the unmistakable sound of a car’s tires screeching to a halt echoed through the garage. Whirling around, I watched in horror as

My fingers lightly touched the red splotch

gave me a weak smile. “I had a

gripped his arms.

as he straightened up. Pulling out a delicate handkerchief with the embroidered initials ‘D.L.’ from his pocket, he said, “Was inspecting an empty house when I found this.” His eyes met mine, the gravity of the situation clear in them. “Then I

to make

believe it, but it was eerily out of place.” He paused, inhaling deeply. “And then, out of

gasped. “What did

shootout. My men and I, we managed to get away. But not before

towards a plush armchair, forcing him to sit. Ripping open his shirt, I grimaced at the sight of the shallow wound. The bullet had just brushed his skin, leaving a

a graze. I’ll be fine,” Logan tried to reassure me, but his words fell on deaf

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

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

softly, the sound laced

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

a hint of his usual confidence returning.