His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 341 What Has To Be Done

Ella

Leonard’s face was a tapestry of smug delight, every wrinkle and crease accentuating his satisfaction.

“Well, well, Miss Ella. I must say, I’m delighted,” he drawled, leaning casually against the tall table behind him. “I look forward to the grand occasion of meeting my soon-to-be in-laws.”

Maintaining a poker face, I met his gaze with defiant determination. “And I am sure,” I said, my voice steady, “it’ll be a meeting to remember. And, of course, the formal engagement party will be… an event everyone will talk about for ages.”

Regaining my composure, I turned and made my way back through the maze of astonished guests. Whispers filled the air, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. Logan was in the. eye of this storm, a solitary figure surrounded by murmurs and sidelong glances.

Harry sidled up next to me, his smirk almost as wide as his father’s. “Quite the theatrical flair, Ella,” he remarked, lifting a glass of champagne to his lips. “This promises to be an eventful evening.”

A brief glance around confirmed his statement. Marina was a few paces away, sipping her drink with casual grace, Our eyes met, and she raised her glass slightly -a subtle nod of solidarity. I took a moment to appreciate her elegant gown, which sparkled under the light of the afternoon sun, her posture radiating confidence. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had seen this twist coming.

Logan, no longer able to play the detached observer, closed the distance between us in swift strides. He gripped my arm, guiding me away from the throng of the patio and towards a set of double doors that led to a quieter, dimly lit corridor inside the restaurant. The sound’s of the party became muted as the door clicked shut behind us.

“Ella,” Logan began, his voice a mix of disbelief and irritation. “What on Earth possessed you to do that?”

The corridor was lined with rich, dark wood paneling and thick maroon drapes that cushioned the windows. Every few steps, an ornate table held vases of fresh roses, their scent intoxicating. Under any other circumstance, it would’ve been romantic. Now, it felt like a battleground.

“I had to take control of the narrative,” I shot back, taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart. “Your father was cornering us. And, might I add, you weren’t exactly stepping up. No offense,”

already tousled hair, a gesture of frustration I had come to recognize in his mannerisms. “You think I wanted this? For everyone to see us like this? But you…you announcing

my arms, mirroring his frustration. “Of course I do! But we’ll find a way out. We always do, don’t

slumping. “But it’s not just about us, Ella,” he said. “It’s about the entire pack.

Logan. But we were backed into a corner. And I won’t be painted as

closer and smacked his chest. “And that,” I declared, “was for that impromptu kiss in front of everyone.” I could feel the

“Judging from your reaction,

retorted, but there was no heat in my words. He leaned in, his voice

teeth, I smacked him again, harder this time. He only laughed,

is the doing of your

understandingly. “Of course, Ella. I won’t

shooting one last glance at Logan before

of glasses provided a soothing backdrop to the conversations bubbling around the room. Leonard and Harry were nowhere to be found, which

with a twist of lemon. The cool glass felt good in my hand, a

the announcement, Ella,” a sultry

casually against the bar, her red gown hugging her slender frame. Her lips,

Marina,” I began, taking a sip of my drink to buy a moment’s reprieve. “It’s not a party until you make your

gaze traveled to my finger, upon which I wore

the situation pressing on me. “Of course. Wouldn’t dream of

gleamed with mischief. “If the engagement party even happens,” she said, her tone dripping with