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?”

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

twitched upward. “Oh? And

the playfulness replaced by a genuine warmth. “Perhaps that friendships can form in the most unexpected of places. Or maybe it’s just saying that you need more jazz in your

my head, puzzled.

eyes. “I own a little jazz club downtown. If you’re ever bored on a weekend or just need a break from the high society drama,” he winked, “you should drop by. I’ll make sure you get food and

just take you up on that,”

hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer. I glanced up to find Logan’s intense gaze fixed on Devon. The possessiveness in his stance was

I began, trying to defuse the sudden tension, “this is Logan. Logan, Devon. You two met before. On the

a hand, his expression

took it, his grip firm, perhaps firmer than necessary.

before Devon cleared his throat. “Well, I should 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

me tightened as he watched Devon retreat. His jaw was

Ema said, bristling with excitement. “Looks

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

glanced up at Logan, taking in his protective stance. There was no doubt about it: he did look handsome when he was like this, and I hated to admit it. But before he

tension evident in his voice. I

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 involuntary

dad,” Logan greeted, his

me, a shadow of suspicion dancing in their depths. “Miss Ella,” he greeted, his

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

mine, “how have you two been? Still in love, I hope? I’m afraid that my son doesn’t update me on your relationship like I would

figure me out, gauge the nature of our relationship. Someone had sown seeds of doubt in his mind. Logan’s arm tightened around me, a