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?”

grinned, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. “It’s a small

of my mouth twitched upward. “Oh?

the most unexpected of places. Or maybe it’s just saying that you

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 sure you get food and

“I might just take you up on that,” I replied

waist, pulling me closer. I glanced up to find Logan’s

sudden tension, “this is Logan. Logan, Devon. You

extended a hand, his expression polite. “Pleasure to meet you.

took it, his grip firm, perhaps firmer

hung in the air before Devon cleared his throat. “Well, I should get going. It was nice running into you, Ella. And don’t forget: jazz club

as he watched Devon

with

responded. “We’re not together.

did look handsome when he was like this, and I hated to admit it.

natural,” he murmured into my ear, a hint of tension evident in

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 shiver

dad,” Logan greeted, his

Leonard’s eyes raked over me, a shadow of suspicion dancing in their depths. “Miss Ella,” he greeted, his tone polite but guarded. “You look

nodding, the weight of his attention making me

on mine, “how have you two been? Still in love, I hope? I’m

that he was trying to figure me out, gauge the nature of our relationship. Someone had sown seeds of doubt in his mind. Logan’s arm