His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 29

Chapter 29: The Unexpected Alpha Philanthropist
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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.

Selina replied curtly. She had 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 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

must have grown bored of flipping

pulling her onto my lap and beginning

sweet sounds of the little girl’s giggles, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling in my mind that Edrick’s

…

my own bed; I wondered if he was coming back to the penthouse at all, and if he did, I

in his pajamas, and stormed over to the other side of the bed without a word. I could tell that he was still

to look at Edrick as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Something about a billionaire CEO donating a

it?” Edrick asked. His tone

“Nothing, really. I just think it’s interesting that just yesterday you thought that compassion was pointless, and

are two different things,” Edrick interrupted. “I have to do certain things sometimes to uphold the image of

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

— so long, in fact, that I wondered if he was even going to answer at all. He laid down on the other side of the 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 up in the city. Aside from the sounds of the city, there was the sound of my pencil scratching on the paper as I shaded in

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seems that some… human… 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 my company. And now the media is trying to contact my PR

looking up from my sketchbook to look over at Edrick. “Why do

“It’s the

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