His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 338 Act Natural

Ella

Standing by the bar, I tried to calm my racing heart amongst all of the mobsters. Logan was busy with a business partner, and I felt like I was swimming alone in a sea of sharks. But more than anything, Madeleine’s proposition still lingered in my mind, weighing me down.

A bartender was preparing my drink, the rhythmic clinking of the glasses providing a small distraction. But as my gaze swept the crowd, my eyes landed on a familiar face approaching the bar.

It was Devon.

My heart gave a little jolt. Devon, with his sharp jawline, dark hair, and a pair of piercing green eyes that always seemed to hold a secret. The same Devon who had come to my rescue with those catcallers in the park, and the very one who had whisked me away from potential danger on that yacht. My brief interactions with him were odd coincidences that remained etched in my memory.

Our eyes met, and a slow, knowing smile crept onto his face. “It’s you again.”

“Hey,” I replied, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

He leaned against the bar, a casual shrug lifting his shoulders.

“Distant family friend of Marina’s family. Honestly, I’m not really close to any of them. Just thought I’d be polite by making an appearance.” He took a sip of his drink, his eyes still fixed on mine. “Besides, it’s not often I get to attend such lavish events.”

I raised an eyebrow, teasingly. “So, you’re just here for the free food and drinks?”

He chuckled. “Maybe. Okay, you caught me red- handed. But between us,” he lowered his voice, leaning closer, “I’m not Marina’s biggest fan. I just like to keep things cordial.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s strange, you know? The way our paths keep crossing. First the park, then the yacht, and now here?”

flashing white against his tanned skin. “It’s a small world, isn’t it? Or maybe the

of my mouth twitched upward. “Oh? And what would

by a genuine warmth. “Perhaps that friendships can form in the most unexpected of places. Or maybe it’s just saying that

tilted my

bored on a weekend or just need a break from the high society drama,” he winked, “you should drop by. I’ll make

“I might just take you up

a hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer. I glanced up to find Logan’s

tension, “this is Logan. Logan, Devon. You two met before.

expression polite. “Pleasure to

his grip firm,

get going. It was nice running into you, Ella. And don’t forget: jazz club downtown. It’s called ‘The Cuckoo’s Nest’. Food and drinks on the house; just tell the bartender we’re friends.” With

me tightened as he watched Devon retreat. His jaw was set, eyes

with excitement.

to be,” I responded. “We’re not together.

no doubt about it: he did look handsome when he was like this, and I hated to admit it. But before he could voice whatever was on his mind, I felt his presence stiffen once more

my ear, a hint of tension evident in his voice. I blinked,

finish my sentence, a tall, imposing figure cut through the crowd towards us. The distinguished features, salt-and-pepper hair, and the air of authority marked the man unmistakably as Logan’s father, Leonard. His piercing gaze settled on me, causing an

dad,” Logan greeted,

over me, a shadow of suspicion dancing in their depths. “Miss

you, Mr. Barrett,” I replied, nodding, the weight of his attention making me suddenly very aware of every little movement and nuance

you two been? Still in love, I hope?

figure me out, gauge the nature of our relationship. Someone