His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 217

#Chapter 217: The Dark Images

Edrick

I hated to leave Moana behind, but I missed too much at work while she was in the hospital. Now that she was safely at home, I only needed to go to the office for a couple of hours to deal with some meetings.

Unfortunately, those couple of hours quickly turned into a full day of work. By the time I headed home, it was already starting to get dark out. All I could think about was getting home to Moana and my daughter and spending the rest of the evening with them.

However, when I got home things seemed incredibly… off.

The penthouse was dark and quiet when I arrived. It wasn’t that late, which was a bit confusing. But as I started to make my way through the penthouse and found Selina sitting in the kitchen by herself with only a lamp illuminating the room, I quickly realized why everything felt so strange.

Selina was sitting with her back turned to the kitchen door, but I could tell instantly from the way that her shoulders were shaking that she was crying silently. She stopped when she heard me coming, but I knew that she was crying. No matter how quickly she tried to wipe away her tears and smile, it was too obvious.

“Hungry?” she asked, getting up and wiping her hands on her apron. “Sit down. I’ll make you something.”

I slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down, watching as the old housekeeper scurried around and began preparing a meal. It was strange to see her acting so emotionally; she was normally such a stoic and stern person as long as I had known her, and yet since she met Moana that seemed to change. It seemed as though she was beginning to see Moana as something like her own daughter, and it was clear that the warehouse incident and the three day long hospital stay were both getting to her. But I could tell that something else was wrong.

“What’s going on?” I asked suddenly, unable to contain my curiosity.

Selina made a face as she clicked on the burner on the stove and spread butter on some bread to start making a grilled cheese. “What are you talking about?” she said. It was clear that she was hiding something, judging by the look on her face.

“Tell me what it is, Selina,” I said. “Is something wrong?”