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.”

eyes. “You’ve got

chuckled, offering his

reflecting light in a prism of

plush couches and a fireplace that

living space,” Logan pointed out nonchalantly, as though 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

and I got a glimpse of a lavish dining area, a study with bookshelves reaching

what smelled like a delightful dinner in the making. Seeing us, she wiped her hands

Wentworth,”

not unkind. She

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 grown

to meet

firm grip. “The pleasure’s all mine, dear. If you need anything during your

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

lead me away. “I’ll show you to your

hastily responded, “I’m not sharing a bed with

laughing, clearly amused. “Ella, take a good look around. In this mansion, do you seriously think

outburst, I muttered, “I just wanted to

staircase, its banister carved from dark wood, and down a

we are,” Logan announced, stopping in front of an intricately

a spacious, airy bedroom. A king-sized bed with crisp white sheets and a mountain of soft pillows sat against one wall, while large French windows on 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 marble-clad bathroom

searching for the right words. “It’s beautiful. You have

“I’m glad you like it. I wanted you to be comfortable.

the room did instill a sense of peace within me. The tension that had gripped me