His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 29

Chapter 29: The Unexpected Alpha Philanthropist
Moana

My trance with the TV was broken by the sound of Selina’s voice coming from beside me.

“Interesting,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “That’s more than I expected.”

I turned to face her, still surprised by Edrick’s sudden act of generosity. “He doesn’t do things like this often, does he?” I asked.

Selina shrugged. “Every so often. It’s usually once a year or so these past few years, but it’s never made public, and it’s rarely this much. I wonder what changed to make him donate such a large amount and for him to allow it to be televised.”

“And to an orphanage, no less,” Lily chimed in from behind me.

Shrugging again, Selina turned around and started to head back to the kitchen. I followed her, still curious about the situation. “You said it’s been happening just for the past few years?” I asked.

her back turned to me as she scrubbed so hard at the stovetop with a damp sponge that it was making the metal racks on the inside

TV while I was in the kitchen, so now Ella was flipping absentmindedly through the channels as she searched for cartoons. I searched WereCorp’s most recent public relations campaigns, and lo and behold: there was

she must have grown bored of flipping through the television channels and was now hanging over the

phone and grabbing her, pulling her onto my lap and beginning to tickle her. “It’s not very nice to look over

I couldn’t quite shake the feeling in my mind that Edrick’s newfound “compassion” was all just an

…

night. I was laying in my own bed; I wondered if he was coming back to the penthouse at all, and if he did, I wondered if he wouldn’t want to sleep together after our

pajamas, and stormed over to the other side of

interview on the television today,” I said, glancing up from my sketchbook to look at Edrick as he sat

Edrick asked. His tone of voice

it’s interesting that just yesterday you thought

philanthropy are two different things,” Edrick interrupted. “I have to do certain things sometimes

me curious. “Why is that?” I asked as I looked back down at my sketchbook and continued working on my most recent drawing: a picture of the city at night, using the view from my balcony as reference. “Is something threatening the image

bed on his side, with his back turned to me. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of the city below, which was nothing but white noise to me after growing

of a sudden, he

workers in the factories think that they’re not treated as equally as their werewolf counterparts,” he said. “It’s absurd, really. I’ve always tried my best to be fair to everyone in

looking up from my sketchbook to look over at Edrick.

“It’s

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