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.

park. “Let’s

me to stay on the crowded sidewalks, away from the spots where people hid behind trees, looking for unsuspecting women to rob. But with Logan, I felt at ease. And I was in a

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

his words, “it used to

memories dancing in his eyes, a time of innocence and joy that had faded away long ago. “My mom used to bring me here,” he continued. “We would have picnics, right there.”

love filling the air. “Was Harry there too?” I asked, wincing almost as soon

“Yes, Harry was there too. But even as a kid, he

“One day,” he continued, his voice strained, “Harry threw a tantrum

of the past still lingering. Harry seemed to have been a problem since

was off with him from the start. Could probably write a whole book about it.” His voice held a mix of sorrow and resignation,

voice, “mom never played favorites. It was hard on

and strength. “That’s sweet,” I said softly, my heart warmed by the image of a loving mother, enduring and

a testament to the past and the love shared there. “I’ll contact the parks and recreation department,” I found

looked at me, his eyes

my watch, realizing that time was slipping away, and work was waiting. “I need to hurry to work,” I

offered,

start of my day. As we approached, we paused for a moment at the end of the walkway leading up

broke the silence, his voice casual. “Have

night echoing in 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 days. Having my parents visit here could