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.

do I do, Ema?” My voice trembled as I spoke aloud,

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!

of polished leather, fresh wax, and the metallic tinge of oil. The overhead lights cast a soft glow over a vast array of

perfection. As I walked through the aisles, my fingers brushed against

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 on a

a halt echoed through the garage. Whirling around, I watched in horror as Logan stumbled out of his car, blood staining

splotch on his shoulder, feeling the wetness of fresh

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

trembled as I gripped his arms.

embroidered initials ‘D.L.’ from his pocket, he said, “Was inspecting an empty house

trying to make sense of his

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

“What

shootout. My men and

a flurry, I ushered him 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

fine,” Logan tried to reassure

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

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

chuckled softly, the sound laced with

couldn’t suppress a

of his usual confidence returning.