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?”

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

twitched upward. “Oh?

in the

my head,

bored on a weekend or just need

was tempting. “I might just take you up on that,”

I glanced up to find Logan’s intense gaze

began, trying to defuse the sudden tension, “this is Logan.

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

his grip firm, perhaps firmer than

Ella. And don’t forget: jazz club downtown. It’s called ‘The Cuckoo’s Nest’.

he watched Devon retreat. His jaw

Ema said, bristling with excitement. “Looks like someone’s

together.

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

of tension evident in his voice. I blinked, taken aback. “What do

figure cut through the crowd towards us. The distinguished features, salt-and-pepper hair, and the air of authority marked

Logan greeted, his voice carefully

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

nodding, the weight of his attention making me suddenly very

eyes still fixed intently on 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

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