His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 358

Chapter 358 Afraid of Dogs

Ella

I had to resist the urge to laugh as Logan’s face drained of color.

“Dogs,” he had said. The irony was not lost on me. Dogs? This man, who could shift into a wolf, was scared of dogs?

He shot me a sideways glance, as if he was sensing the disbelief radiating from my body. “I know what you’re thinking, Ella. But please don’t say it.”

“Say what?” I asked, pushing down the desire to smirk. It was mean of me, I knew that, but it was just so… unexpected.

Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. “I know. How I can be a werewolf and still be terrified of dogs. But it’s different, okay?”

I cocked my head, genuinely intrigued. “Different how?”

Logan was silent for a few moments, clearly debating whether or not to say anything before he finally let out a deep breath and met my eyes. “It’s the little ones that I’m especially afraid of.”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. A laugh burst out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop it, immediately causing Logan’s face to flush a bright red. But I couldn’t help myself anymore; this man, well over six feet tall, an Alpha, and the son of a mafia boss, was afraid of small dogs?

“Go ahead and laugh,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s funny to you, but not to me.”

the tears from my eyes, trying my best to compose myself for Logan’s sake. “I’m sorry,” I finally said. “But little dogs? How little

know how it sounds, but I

hysteria, but I managed to hide it well and mask it with concern. “You

it sounds, Ella.” He sighed, his blue eyes flicking away, avoiding

were still threatening to escape. “I’m sorry,” I finally said. “I know I shouldn’t laugh. I’m sure it was

other than annoyance in his gaze. Vulnerability, maybe? Was

I found myself saying, as though the half-glass of wine was filling me with

I guess it got off

noticed it before, but now that he had pointed it out, it was clear as day. A small, jagged line crossing through

slightly. “I don’t mind big dogs quite so much. They’re closer to wolves, you know?

doing, my fingers had reached up to touch the small scar just above his eyebrow. It was subtle, but the rough texture was distinct under my

was hushed. The

or something?” His voice was a low murmur, tinged with something husky and inviting, but it snapped me back to

and rush to my cheeks, I pulled my hand away before I could embarrass myself further. “Of course not,” I lied, fumbling with the hem of my

my gaze for a fleeting moment. “The

But the flush I felt was not from the wine; it was from the attention Logan was giving me, the way

lightly touching

whispering that I should get closer to him. The pull toward Logan was

resisted, drawing my hand away, choosing to take another sip of wine

both of us seemingly lost in our thoughts. Then Logan broke the silence. “So, now

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