His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 339 A Dance With Darkness

Ella

Leonard’s surprise was palpable. His usually stoic face now registered a mix of confusion and, was that disbelief?

The bustling restaurant patio, filled with the scent of seafood and the ocean air, seemed to fade into the background. All that remained in focus was the tense standoff that had unwittingly begun our corner, all thanks to Harry.

“Your parents don’t know?” Leonard’s voice was barely above a whisper, but in the quiet space that had formed around us, it felt like a shout.

The distant hum of violins, the sound of the ocean lapping against the barrier, and the clinking of glasses felt intrusive as I searched for words.

“It’s not quite like that,” I began hesitantly, wording my lies carefully. “It’s just… It’s been a whirlwind, and we haven’t had the right moment to…” I trailed off, desperately hoping Logan would step in.

Leonard’s piercing eyes locked onto mine. “Are you ashamed? Ashamed of Logan? Or perhaps it’s our family you find unworthy?”

Before I could reply, Logan jumped in, his voice laced with both irritation and urgency. “Dad, of course she isn’t. Harry is just trying to stir things up. Ella’s parents know about us. Isn’t that right, Ella?” His eyes, imploring and tense, sought mine.

Attempting to muster up a semblance of confidence, I nodded, hoping that my words would align with his. “Yes, they know. We just… haven’t gone into all the details yet.”

Harry, leaning casually against the intricately carved mahogany bar, smirked. The twinkling fairy lights decorating the venue cast playful shadows on his face, making him appear even more devious.

“Details?” he asked. “Like being engaged? Such a small detail indeed. I’m sure if they’re as aware as you claim, they’d love to come over for an engagement party. Wouldn’t you say?”

the atmosphere thick with anticipation and the faint aroma of roses from the lavish flower arrangements adorning each table. The situation was spiraling, and it felt like we were

a finger on his chin thoughtfully. “Actually, that might be a good idea.” His voice had that calm, chilling certainty that I

firm, wrapped around mine. “Dad, there’s no need for that. This isn’t about public displays or parties. This is about

private, Logan. But family is family. Surely there’s no harm in sharing the good news with both our families in a

Logan and me. “It would certainly put any lingering doubts to

and fresh ocean breeze, almost seemed to close in on me. “An engagement party is… significant. We wanted to ensure the

but the firm set of his jaw left no doubt about his resolve. “One month. Organize an engagement party. Invite both families. If your relationship is as real as you claim, this shouldn’t be

responded. “This isn’t about proving anything. Dad. Our relationship is our business. Why does

of his musky cologne briefly overwhelming the floral undertones in the air. “Since you’ve been with Ella, I’ve been more supportive of your ventures, haven’t I? Increased investments, more leeway in your projects. If

tense silence. “Dad has a point, Logan. If everything is above board, why not celebrate? Or could it be

had a knack for drama, Harry. Why don’t you mind

smirk only grew. “Just looking out

family’s best interests?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. “Or your

fires of his sons’ arguing. In fact, he said nothing. There was a palpable silence for several long moments, before

back and forth between the two of

Logan or I could answer, Leonard turned on his heel and walked away. Harry trailed behind him, shooting us both a maniacal look before disappearing into the crowd. I let out a deep sigh and turned

saying anything, Logan suddenly whisked me away to the

of a saxophone began to envelop the space, matching the mood of the afternoon. The sounds of

remained fixed on mine, a storm