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?”

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

twitched upward. “Oh? And what would that

that friendships can form in the most unexpected

tilted my head,

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

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

my waist, pulling me closer. I glanced up

the sudden tension, “this is

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

firm, perhaps firmer than necessary.

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 house; just tell the bartender we’re friends.” With a nod to Logan, he turned

watched Devon retreat. His jaw was set,

said, bristling with excitement.

no reason to be,” I responded. “We’re not together. And I’ve exchanged all of maybe five

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

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

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

dad,” Logan greeted,

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

making me suddenly very aware of every little movement and nuance

remarked, his 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 out, gauge the nature of our relationship. Someone had