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. “You’ve

his arm.

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

vast living area adorned with plush couches and a fireplace

he was showing off a regular room and not a space that was almost the size of my entire apartment. “Feel free to use the TV in here. And help yourself to the bar if you

bookshelves reaching the high ceiling, and a state-of-the-art kitchen that looked like it belonged in a

a stern yet kind face, was busy overseeing what smelled like a delightful dinner in the making. Seeing us, she wiped her hands on

Wentworth,”

replied, nodding her head. Her gaze shifted to me, appraising but not unkind. She reminded

hand, feeling oddly out of place in my simple attire and disheveled state. It almost felt as though the past few years living on my own in my humble apartment made me forget how to act in the face of opulence, even though I had

meet you,” I

mine, dear. If you need anything during your stay,

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

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

I hastily responded, “I’m not sharing

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

earlier outburst, I muttered, “I just wanted to make

carved from dark wood, and down a long, plush-carpeted corridor

announced, stopping in front of an intricately carved

against one wall, while large French windows on the opposite side offered a panoramic view of

searching for the right words. “It’s beautiful. You have better taste than I

frame. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted

room did instill a sense of peace within me. The