His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 331 Safehouse

Ella

In the dim lighting of my apartment, with the memory of spilt wine still fresh, Logar”s face wore an expression I hadn’t seen before-gentle persuasion edged with determination.

“Ella,” he began, his voice hushed yet demanding attention, “I understand that trust has become a rare commodity for you. But remember when you asked me to trust you? 1 did. I told you about my mother. Now, I’m asking you to do the same.”

I looked away, trying to keep the emotions from swamping me. The walls I’d built around my heart seemed to crumble bit by bit with each word he spoke. But I was hesitant. “Logan, it’s not that simple. The world I’ve come to know is filled with shadows and deceit. How can I be sure? How can I trust anyone, even you?”

His blue eyes pierced through my defenses. “Because I have connections, Ella. Connections that will ensure your sister’s safety. I promise, no one will ever know. You just have to trust me.”

I swallowed hard, wrestling with my uncertainties. But as much as I didn’t want to admit it, there was a pull-a force drawing me toward him and his promise of safety. After all, it wasn’t just about me, Daisy’s safety was at stake.

Seeing my hesitation, Logan offered his hand. “Come with me. I have a place-my mansion. It’s fortified and safe. You’ll be out of harm’s way there.”

I shook my head. “No, that’s okay,” I said. “I’ll be fine here-”

“Nonsense.” Logan’s voice was deep and a little irritated. “You’re staying at my mansion tonight. I won’t allow it any other way.”

Logan’s car glided to a halt in front of the grand mansion, its facade a testament to both timeless elegance and modern design. I gazed up at it, awed by its sheer magnitude.

Even though I had already visited once, I still wasn’t used to the place. The ivy-covered walls, the fountain in the driveway, the large oaken doors-everything seemed to have been taken from a page of a fairy-tale.

He caught my stare and smirked. “Welcome to my humble abode. Although I guess you’ve already been here. And it’s not that humble.”

rolling my eyes.

chuckled, offering his

of intricate crystal patterns hung from the ceilings, reflecting light in a prism of colors. The polished marble floors reflected the ambient lights, and opulent artwork adorned

area adorned with plush couches

almost the size of my entire apartment. “Feel free to use the TV in

lavish dining area, a study with bookshelves reaching the high ceiling, and a state-of-the-art kitchen that

fifties with a stern yet kind face, was busy overseeing what smelled like a delightful dinner in the making.

Mrs. Wentworth,” Logan

to me, appraising but not unkind. She reminded me of Selina, my

though the past few years living on my own in my humble apartment made

meet you,” I

took my hand with a firm grip. “The pleasure’s all mine, dear.

the housekeeper’s shoulder fondly. “Mrs. Wentworth has been with us for years. She’s

I could reply, he began to lead me away. “I’ll show you

responded, “I’m not sharing a

a good look around. In this mansion, do you seriously think I have only one

little embarrassed by my earlier outburst, I muttered, “I just wanted to

staircase, its banister carved from dark wood, and down a long, plush-carpeted corridor lined

here we are,” Logan announced, stopping in front of

the opposite side offered a panoramic view of the estate’s expansive gardens. There was a warmth to the room, with its muted pastel tones and soft lighting. Beside the main room was another door, which opened to reveal a

words. “It’s

glad you like it. I wanted you to be comfortable. Feel free

understated luxury of the room did instill a sense of peace within me. The tension that had gripped me for so long seemed to melt