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 walk through here. It’s quicker

I rarely walked through there. It was safer for 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.

guided me through the park in 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

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

“My mom used to bring me here,” he

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

Harry was there too. But even as

childhood, marred by the contrast between two brothers. “One day,” he continued, his voice strained, “Harry threw a tantrum because mom didn’t pack the right sandwiches. Ruined the whole day. She cried later.

have been a problem since childhood. “Sounds like he was a narcissist from the start,” I

the start. Could probably write a whole book about it.” His voice held a mix of sorrow and resignation, a lifetime of dealing with

he added, a note of reverence in his voice, “mom never played favorites. It was hard on her, I could see it, but she

sweet,” I said softly, my heart warmed by the image of a loving mother, enduring and nurturing despite the

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

me, his eyes softening. “That’s

away, and work was waiting. “I need to hurry to work,” I

offered, and

in silence. Eventually, the 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

broke the silence, his voice casual. “Have you thought

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