His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 207

#Chapter 207: Stubborn

Edrick

Moana really could be far too stubborn for her own good sometimes.

At first, I thought that we were coming to an understanding; she seemed to be on the same page as me when we discussed the dangers of not having security to keep an eye on her.

When I told her that she would need to have a bodyguard in her classroom in case anything happened, however, her reaction was full of unnecessary anger. Of course I expected her to be upset, but I thought that she at least understood the reasons behind why it was so important. There was a possibility that she could shift unexpectedly while she was teaching and cause mayhem. There was also a possibility that if my father or anyone else who wanted the Golden Wolf dead found out that she was the Golden Wolf, someone could come and try to hurt her. Nowhere was safe, and it didn’t matter if she was teaching in the middle of the day in broad daylight. If someone wanted her dead, it would be too easy to get the job done unless she had someone by her side to keep her safe. Why couldn’t she just understand that?

Maybe I was a little too harsh when I told her that I would take her away to the mountain estate, but it was the first thing that came to my mind, and it was the truth. If she couldn’t comply and at least attempt to have some sort of sense of self preservation here, then we would need to leave the city after all. She had two choices: live with the fact that she would need a bodyguard in her classroom for the foreseeable future and stay in the city where she could keep her job and Ella could continue to go to school, or refuse to have a bodyguard in her classroom and go to live with me at the mountain estate. There was no in-between.

When I told her that she had no choice, however, Moana got even more angry. Her face got red and she clenched her fists at her sides angrily, glaring at me with her green eyes. “If something happens, I can handle mys—”

“Oh, can you?” I growled. “Just like how you almost got yourself and my daughter killed just a couple of weeks ago? Hm? What about your supposed ability to protect yourself then?”

Both of us fell silent. Moana stared at me for several seconds in disbelief; admittedly, I did feel a little bad for my choice of wording, but I was telling the truth. I was forgiving of Moana, and I knew that she had been skillfully manipulated into trying to run away, but I was still wary about her decisions. I needed to keep my daughter, my mate, and my unborn child safe.

Moana opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again and suddenly stormed out. A few moments later, I heard her bedroom door slam shut.

I cursed under my breath and whirled around to walk over to my desk, where I angrily plopped myself down into my chair and let out an audible groan while I buried my face in my hands.

Why did she need to be so stubborn? Why was it that these sorts of things always devolved into an argument, even when I was just trying to help her? Was it me? Was I the problem?

Sighing, I sank further down into my chair and rubbed my eyes exhaustedly.

“Was I too harsh?” I asked my wolf.

“Maybe a little,” he responded. “It wasn’t her fault that she got manipulated. You know how Olivia is.”