His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 269 Return

Ella

The imposing structure of the law firm stood tall against the city skyline, its grandeur echoing the prestige and authority it held in the legal world. Its broad stone steps, worn by the footfalls of countless attorneys and clients, led up to tall, ornate double doors.

Taking a deep breath, I hesitated at the foot of the stairs. The chatter of the city faded as dread pooled in my gut. Logan’s confident stride next to me seemed out of place at this moment, and the realization of what I was about to do hit me full force.

Here I was, waltzing up to my old place of work after letting a mobster threaten my old boss. Not only that, but I was walking up to my old place of work with that very mobster. It was absurd! Brazen!

Without warning, I yanked my hand away and spun around, my heels clicking against the pavement as I made a break for it.

“I can’t, Logan,” I called out, my voice tinged with panic. “I can’t go back in there, not like this. I’ll find another city, another job. This… this isn’t worth it!”

A rich, hearty laugh echoed from behind me. Before I could get too far, a strong hand wrapped around my wrist, gently but firmly pulling me to a halt.

“Running away already, Miss Morgan?” Logan: teased, his cerulean eyes sparkling with amusement. “We’re not even a week into the year that we talked about.”

my hand from his grip, my eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Look at us, Logan. How do you expect them to take me seriously,

he said, “So what? Let them judge. They’ll judge you no matter what. At least this way, you’re walking in on your

the building, the windows reflecting the morning sun in a dazzling display. Behind those panes were colleagues, mentors, some of them even something like friends – and they would all be whispering about my dramatic

confidence and devil-may-care attitude, I felt a rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a long sigh, I squared my shoulders. “Okay,

arm. This time, I took it without hesitation. Arm in arm, we ascended the steps, ready to face

even reached them. Mr. Henderson, looking more flustered than I had ever seen

his voice had a tremble I had never detected before. “It’s wonderful to

us, the soft murmur of

busy facades, but their furtive glances spoke louder than words. And in the midst of those

of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the weight of everyone’s attention, and it

a softer note, for my ears

entourage of men in

way into the large meeting room, Mr. Henderson in tow. As the door swung closed behind us,

sounds, casting a

table that dominated the room, its polished surface reflecting the soft,

throat as he smoothed out the papers before him, each movement precise and calculated. His customary confidence

new contract. We’re…. delighted to

legalities that accompanied a high-stakes return. But it was more than just words on a paper. This contract symbolized my twisted entanglement with Logan’s

edge to his voice, “to have friends

the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Logan’s demeanor shifted from casual indifference to menacing in a split second.

The weight of that gaze, that silent promise of retribution, held him captive. After what felt like an eternity, Logan simply raised an eyebrow, and it was enough to ensure Mr. Henderson wouldn’t broach

his composure, “All you need to do is sign at the

me, like a guardian ensuring nothing would harm his charge. With the ink drying, I leaned back, the signed