His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 350 Vacation To Remember

Ella

The day had taken a sudden turn, and the collision with Logan was something I didn’t see coming. He was the last person I wanted to meet after our passionate-and very much accidental-encounter at the party over the weekend, but there he was, looking as unbothered as ever.

“Logan?” My voice betrayed my surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He only smirked, that signature, infuriating smirk of his, and he gestured to the coffee in my hand. “Let me pay for that for that for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, my hand tightly gripping my cup. “I already paid, and I was just leaving.”

I started to move past him, feeling the need to create some distance, but he followed me, trailing like an unwelcome shadow. My footsteps were brisk, but it didn’t matter. With his long strides, he kept up easily.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, not slowing my pace. “You didn’t even get your own coffee.”

“Didn’t come here for the coffee.” There it was again. That playful tone in his voice, implicating something more beyond a random chance encounter.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Logan cleared his throat. “One of the undercover bodyguards I hired for you saw you handling that Rogue, and I was in the area. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

My stride faltered for a moment. He was still having me watched? It was an intrusion, an annoyance, but I decided to let it slide, at least for now. We walked together, the silence stretched between us like a tightrope.

to a nearby park. “Let’s walk through here. It’s quicker this way,

walked through there. It was safer for me to stay on the crowded sidewalks, away from the spots where people

companionable silence. At the center, amidst the swirl of trees, stood an old statue with a fountain at its base. It no longer ran, only a shadow of its

voice softer, a hint of nostalgia coloring his words, “it used to run all the time when I was a kid. The statue…

could see the memories dancing in his eyes, a time of innocence and joy that had faded away long ago. “My mom used

could almost see the image, a young Logan with his mother, laughter and love filling the air.

of pain crossing his eyes. “Yes, Harry was there too. But even as a kid, he was

between two brothers. “One day,” he continued, his voice strained, “Harry threw a tantrum because mom didn’t

seemed to have been a problem

something was off with him from the start. Could probably write a whole book about it.” His

of reverence in his voice, “mom never played favorites. It was

and strength. “That’s sweet,” I said softly, my

locked on the statue, its silent strength a testament to the past and the love

his eyes

slipping away, and work was waiting.

Logan offered, and

top of the law firm came into view, signifying the official start of my day. As we approached, we paused for a moment at the end

casual. “Have you thought about my

my mind. A visit to my hometown to meet my parents, all under the pretense of us being a couple. It was ludicrous, risky, yet, perhaps it was necessary. I had almost forgotten about how bad this city could be until I was harshly reminded of it over the past couple of