His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 344 Dear Brother

Ella

Our breaths intertwined in the small room, mixing with the scent of moth balls and old memories, as we quickly smoothed down our clothes and stepped apart. Logan looked as if he had something to say, but quickly shut his mouth after a glare from me.

Then, just as we had managed to create a facade of innocence, the door swung open, revealing the intruders: Marina and Harry.

They sauntered in without so much as a greeting, their eyes scrutinizing every detail of the room, the air thick with unspoken insinuations.

“What were you two doing?” Marina’s tone was laden with feigned innocence, her eyes gleaming with amusement and that all-knowing look that she always seemed to have.

I felt my heart do a flip inside my chest. Had they heard? Had they followed us here? Had they been… watching, somehow? Collecting evidence of our fake relationship, maybe>

Logan, with a stern expression, retorted, “That’s none of your business. But if your curiosity knows no bounds, we were just reminiscing about childhood.”

Harry, seemingly amused by this, sauntered across the room. A smirk came across his lips as he spotted the little wooden car and snatched it up. There was something possessive in his mannerisms as he held it, something rough and unempathetic. Logan had held it so delicately before, but Harry… He owned it. Or least he thought he did.

“Oh, reminiscing, are we?” he mocked, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he turned the little wooden car over in his thick fingers. “Do you remember how you used to bawl your eyes out whenever I took these away from you, Logan?”

Logan shrugged, glancing away. “Don’t really remember much. Not about that, at least.”

a scoff, Harry tossed the toy down with a thud onto the table. I could see Logan’s posture stiffen ever so slightly, his blue eyes flickering

one thing after another. Mommy, mommy! Harry broke my toy!” His voice raised an octave as he imitated a childlike Logan in a mocking

firmness and reproach. Maybe it was my own

crying over their possessions,” I said in a low voice. “But there is everything wrong with stealing from someone, especially

a mixture of mockery and condescension in his gaze. “Oh, the false prophet speaks. Pretending to be

arms across my chest. Logan shot me a warning glance, urging me not to get involved, but it was

chided, his

edged with venom, implied knowledge of my past, of the father I knew had been far from a

my father had his flaws, his misgivings. He mistreated humans, overlooked the value of equality, but a good

betrayed no emotion. I couldn’t tell

“Oh, just like you’re trying to do with my dear brother?” The mockery in his voice was palpable,

waist, causing me to grow somewhat tense

to the door, but before we could

one more thing,” Harry

“What is

leaned in closer, his voice a whisper laced with sinister glee. “Did you know, dear Ella, Logan once had a man shot simply for daring to look at him the wrong way?” The words, meant to shock, to

depths. Was the man I was seeing, the man exposing his vulnerability, his

to him,”

it was too

began, the mirth in his voice making my skin crawl. “Logan, the ever- passionate lover, found his girlfriend with another