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.

The space was strewn with toys, adorned with costumes, and lined with books-something that I would never have expected to see

nostalgia as he looked around the room. “My family owns this place. It was one of the first restaurants they

asked quietly, glancing

hangout. Looking back, I think it was just a way to get my brother and I out of my parents’ hair. But

as I looked around at the quaint sanctuary of Logan’s childhood. The 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 a soft chuckle escaping my lips as I picked one of the toy cars up and examined it in

with toy cars

softened, a nostalgic 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,”

cradled the miniature

was… it was really bad. To escape the noise, the anger,

car, “I 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 room had been a refuge for someone

weight of unseen scars and unspoken words, echoed around the room, making the little sanctuary feel smaller,

and the longing, making him more human, more relatable.

sea of memories. “For the longest time, I couldn’t bring myself to enter this room,” he admitted, his voice breaking

I hadn’t known existed. “Every toy, every book, it’s like… it’s a piece of her, and for the longest time, the pain of losing her made this room a reminder

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

invisible presence of my wolf whispered soft words of solace, understanding, and something else. Longing, maybe. “He’s being so sweet, Ella.

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

I asked, turning to face Logan once

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