His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 338

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?”

“It’s a small world, isn’t

twitched upward. “Oh? And what would that

warmth. “Perhaps that friendships can form in the most unexpected of

my

a weekend or just need a break from the high society drama,” he

you up

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

tension, “this is Logan. Logan,

expression polite.

his grip firm,

into you, Ella. And don’t forget: jazz club downtown. It’s called ‘The Cuckoo’s Nest’. Food and drinks on the

watched Devon retreat. His jaw was set, eyes

Ema said, bristling with excitement. “Looks like

got no reason to be,” I responded. “We’re not together. And I’ve exchanged

There was 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

he murmured into my ear, a hint of tension evident in his voice. I blinked, taken aback. “What do you

of authority marked the man unmistakably as Logan’s father, Leonard. His piercing gaze settled on me, causing an involuntary

dad,” Logan greeted, his voice carefully

depths. “Miss Ella,” he greeted, his

of his attention making me suddenly

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

nature of our relationship. Someone

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