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.

…

Rogues, I was almost entirely certain that they all knew anyway. In fact, I was fairly certain that

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 had I seen it first hand with myself, but I had seen how well she pacified children. Even Selina had mentioned how easily Moana had seemed to calm down Ella on the day

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 knew that I would have

eating a quick breakfast, I headed downstairs and made my way 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.

There 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 what

nerve, I grabbed my briefcase

did, reporters began to swarm me and

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

to the front doors. “What about your close family friend, Kelly? Is she really just a friend, or something more? Is

trying to keep my head down and not be blinded by the flashing lights. I was used to this sort of onslaught right now, and normally had no problems ignoring the press and just getting to where I needed to go, but when I saw the news station crew running