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.”

Harry tossed the toy down with a thud onto the table. I could see Logan’s posture stiffen ever

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

Harry’s words and stepped forward, my voice a blend of firmness and reproach. Maybe it was my own experience with Daisy that softened

in a low voice. “But there is everything

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

by that?” I retorted, folding my arms across my chest. Logan shot me

what they say, Miss Morgan,” Harry chided, his smirk almost doubling in size. “About your father. The cold,

of my past, of the father I knew had been far from a saint before my adoptive

my father had his flaws,

like stone. Her face betrayed no emotion. I couldn’t tell if

just like you’re trying to do with my dear brother?” The mockery in his voice

Harry,” Logan said, stepping in. He slipped his arm around my waist, causing me to grow somewhat tense after our

me over to the door, but before

one more

sighed. “What is it,

know, dear Ella, Logan once had a man shot simply for daring to look at him the wrong way?” The words, meant to

wide with shock, flickered to Logan, a thousand unspoken questions swirling in their depths. Was the man I was

listen to him,”

it was too

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