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.

it held was completely unexpected. The space was strewn with toys, adorned with costumes, and lined with books-something that I would never have expected to see inside

“My family owns this place. It was one of the first restaurants they acquired. I would escape here while my dad was immersed in

I asked quietly,

was like my little hangout. Looking back, I think it was just a way to get my brother

room smelled of aged wood and had notes of that distinct musty smell, like the scent of a grandparent’s attic. My fingers lightly grazed the worn edges of miniature cars and aged toys, and

toy cars even as a

a weathered wooden car, its paint chipped and worn.

he cradled the miniature vehicle, a relic

day,” he began, his voice a quiet whisper, “my parents had 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, every book, a

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

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

found myself drawn into his world, the pain, the innocence, and the longing, making him more human, more relatable. “Why do you keep all of these things here, locked away? Why not bring

I couldn’t bring myself to enter this room,”

was a revelation, a window into a part of Logan I hadn’t known existed. “Every toy, every book, it’s like… it’s a piece of her, and for

the past whispering secrets and regrets. “But lately,” he added, a faint hint of hope coloring his words, “I’ve felt more… open to embracing those memories, to

solace, understanding, and something else. Longing, maybe. “He’s being so sweet, Ella. Can’t

an unexpectedly wholesome mixture of nostalgia and childlike openness. “He is… surprisingly sweet.” But even then,

me this?” I asked, turning to face Logan

hand. “I’m… not sure, honestly. I guess I thought a little show and tell wouldn’t hurt. Wanted