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?”

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

upward. “Oh?

“Perhaps that friendships can form in the most unexpected of places. Or maybe it’s just saying that you need more jazz in

tilted my head,

“I own a little jazz club downtown. If you’re ever bored on a weekend or just

just take you up on that,” I

when a hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer. I glanced up to find Logan’s intense gaze fixed on Devon.

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

a hand, his expression

it, his grip firm, perhaps firmer

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

on me tightened as he watched Devon retreat. His jaw

with excitement.

be,” I responded. “We’re not together. And I’ve exchanged all of maybe five

he was like this, and I hated to admit it. But before he could

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

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 shiver to course

Logan greeted,

a shadow of suspicion dancing in their depths. “Miss Ella,” he greeted, his tone polite but guarded. “You look

attention making me suddenly very aware of every little movement and

he remarked, his eyes still fixed intently on mine, “how have you two been? Still in love, I hope? I’m afraid that my son

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