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.”

I could see Logan’s posture stiffen

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

sting at Harry’s words and stepped forward, my voice a blend of firmness and reproach. Maybe it was

I said in a low voice. “But there is

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

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

you don’t know what they say, Miss Morgan,” Harry chided, his smirk almost doubling

implied knowledge of my past, of the father I knew

eyes narrowing. “Yes, my father had his flaws, his misgivings. He mistreated humans, overlooked the value of equality, but

eyes flicked over to Marina, but she was like stone. Her face betrayed no emotion. I couldn’t

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

slipped his arm around my waist, causing me to grow somewhat tense after our impassioned encounter, but it was also comforting at the same time. “Come on,

door, but before we

more thing,” Harry

“What is it,

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 wound, hung in the air, a shadow

Was the man I was seeing, the man exposing

to

was

his voice making my