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.

was completely unexpected. The space was strewn with toys, adorned

to play here as a kid,” Logan revealed, his voice tinged with a nostalgia as he looked around the room. “My family owns this place. It was one of the first restaurants they acquired. I would escape here while my dad was immersed

I asked

was just a way to get my brother and I out of my parents’ hair. But Harry rarely played in here. It

smell, 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 the light. It looked worn and well-used

playing with toy cars even as

smile lighting up his face as he picked up a weathered wooden car, its paint chipped and worn. “Yeah, I guess I always had a thing for them,” he

fell over us as he cradled the

this huge fight. It was… it was really bad. To escape the noise, the anger, I found solace here.” He glanced around the room, every toy,

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

weight 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

innocence, and the longing, making him more human, more relatable. “Why

he was lost in a sea of memories. “For the longest time, I couldn’t bring myself to enter this room,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “My mom and I, we used to play here. It was our little world,

“Every toy, every book, it’s like… it’s a piece of her,

of the past whispering secrets and regrets. “But lately,” he added, a faint hint of

presence of my wolf whispered soft words of solace, understanding, and something else. Longing, maybe. “He’s being so sweet, Ella. Can’t you

of nostalgia and childlike openness. “He is… surprisingly sweet.” But even then, my thoughts swirled, trying to figure out why he

showing me this?” I asked,

not sure, honestly. I guess I thought a little show and tell wouldn’t hurt. Wanted to show you