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.

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

The park was an easy shortcut, but 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

trees, stood an old statue with a fountain at its base. It no longer ran, only

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

innocence and joy that had faded away long ago. “My mom used to bring

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

pain crossing his eyes. “Yes, Harry was there

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

of sadness and frustration emanating from him, the shadows of the past still lingering. Harry seemed to have been a problem since childhood. “Sounds like he

sure about narcissism, but something was off with him from the start. Could probably write a whole

It was hard on her, I could see it, but she always had a smile

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

testament to the past and the love shared there.

me, his eyes softening. “That’s

watch, realizing that time was slipping away, and work was waiting.

offered,

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

casual. “Have

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