His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 343 Too Close

Ella

The atmosphere of the restaurant was alive with a cacophony of murmurs and a symphony of glassware clinking, but my focus was narrowed to the drink that I was nursing in the wake of Marina’s presence. I wasn’t alone for long, though, before I glanced over to see that Logan had silently appeared beside me.

“I have something to show you,” he insisted, his eyes shrouded in mystery and anticipation.

“What is it?” I asked.

Logan smirked and held his hand out for me. “It’s a surprise. You coming or not?”

I furrowed my brow, confused. Downing the last of my drink, I stood and smoothed down my dress. “And where, pray tell, is this mystery location?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Like I said, it’s a surprise,” he murmured. His cryptic reply and the sly, playful glint lighting up his eyes took me off guard, but it seemed as though he had no intention of elaborating.

“Um… Alright,” I said, shrugging. At this point, I was just happy to have somewhere to go. It felt like we were in a den of vipers, and I desperately needed some air.

“That’s my girl.” Logan’s words made me blush. I took his outstretched arm and followed him through a set of double doors leading off of the patio and into the restaurant. Waiters and cooks passed by us as we delved further into the restaurant, but it seemed as though our presence was largely accepted, which was surprising.

“It’s just over here,” Logan said, leading me down a long hallway. I glanced nervously over my shoulder as the sounds of the restaurant faded, but I said nothing. A few moments later, we stopped in front of a little wooden door, and Logan gently pushed it open.

“Wow… Logan, what is this?” I asked as the light flicked on.

space was strewn with toys,

family owns this place. It was one of the first restaurants they

I asked

little hangout. Looking back, I think it was just a way to get my brother and I out of my parents’ hair. But Harry rarely played in here. It

like the scent of a grandparent’s attic. My fingers lightly grazed the worn edges of miniature cars and aged toys, and a soft chuckle escaping my lips as I picked one of the toy cars up and examined it in

cars even as a kid,

his face as he picked up a weathered wooden car, its paint chipped

over us as he cradled the miniature vehicle, a relic

began, his voice a quiet whisper, “my parents had this huge fight. It was… it was really bad. To escape the

found this, under a loose floorboard. It must have been left here by someone, long before my time. I would like to believe that this

of unseen scars and unspoken words, echoed around the room, making the little sanctuary feel smaller, more intimate. “Someday, I’d like to pass it on to

and the longing, making him more human, more

time, I couldn’t bring myself to enter this room,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “My mom and

“Every toy, every book, it’s like… it’s a piece of her, and for the longest time, the pain of losing her

“But lately,” he added, a faint hint of hope coloring

the invisible presence of my wolf whispered soft words of solace, understanding,

sweet.” But even then, my thoughts swirled, trying to figure out why he had decided to show me this; and why now, of all

are you showing me this?” I asked, turning to face Logan once

honestly. I guess I thought a little show