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.”

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

around the room. “Always one thing after another. Mommy, mommy! Harry broke my toy!” His voice raised

forward, my voice a blend of firmness and reproach. Maybe it was my own experience with Daisy that softened me,

said in a low voice. “But

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

retorted, folding my arms across my chest. Logan shot me

say, Miss Morgan,” Harry chided, his smirk almost doubling

of the father I knew had

you know everything, don’t you?” I shot back, my eyes narrowing. “Yes, my father had his flaws, his misgivings. He

face betrayed no emotion. I couldn’t tell if she was just an

knowing smile curved Harry’s lips. “Oh, just like you’re trying to do with my dear brother?” The mockery in his voice was palpable, his gaze shifting between Logan and me, drawing parallels I hadn’t allowed myself

me to grow somewhat tense after our impassioned encounter, but it was also comforting at the same time. “Come

me over to the door, but before we could

more thing,” Harry

“What

had a man shot simply for daring to look at him the wrong way?” The words, meant to shock, to wound, hung in the air, a

a thousand unspoken questions swirling in their depths. Was

to him,” Logan

it was too

his voice making my skin crawl. “Logan, the ever-