Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 119: Secret Fiancee

Edrick

The sad look on Moana’s face that night broke my heart. I wasn’t planning in the slightest to make Kelly my wife, even if I only made her my fake wife. But even as I reassured Moana that she wouldn’t have anything to worry about, she still didn’t seem to believe me. How could I tell her that I wasn’t planning on making anyone my wife, real or fake? Even though I knew that Moana was my fated mate, I had still grown up seeing how horrible my father was to my mother. I could only see how marriage and mate bond made my mother miserable.

But the way that she looked that night made me wonder otherwise.

I didn’t know if I could make Moana my real wife… But I still couldn’t help but wonder if I could find a way to make her realize that she didn’t have to worry.

I wasn’t going to marry anyone else if it wasn’t going to be Moana.

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we slept together all day and all night after the incident with the Rogues, I was almost entirely certain that they all knew anyway. In fact, I was fairly certain that they all knew before then, when we used

got dressed, I couldn’t help but feel refreshed. My fever had passed already after our first night of sleeping together, and every subsequent night after that only made me feel even more rested. I really did need Moana by my side to sleep, which was only even more proof that there was something incredibly special about her. She had some sort of special ability to calm people; not only

entire demeanor had softened since Moana arrived. Ella was always a sweet girl, but before Moana came into our lives, she always had a harsh side to her. She was a lot like me, and always had a bit of a temper when things didn’t go her way — and, admittedly, I spoiled her quite a lot, which led to a lot of tantrums. However, as soon as Moana began living with us, Ella was nothing short of sweet and mild-mannered. At first I thought she was just happy to finally have a motherly figure living in the apartment, but over time I began to realize that it wasn’t just that. Moana was special, and there was no doubt about it now. As I got dressed, I

to work. There was even a bit of a smile on my face as I drove after sleeping so well, despite the fact that Moana was upset with me.

were always reporters outside, trying to interview myself or other employees on the business’s secrets, but today there were far more than usual. I felt a lump rise in my throat as I parked, knowing

had worked up my nerve, I grabbed

did, reporters began to swarm me

the other day? Why were you covered in mud? Who was the mystery woman with you, and was it the

reporter shouted as I put my head down and tried to get to the front doors. “What about your close family friend, Kelly? Is she really just a friend, or something more? Is it true that you have

problems ignoring the press and just getting to where I