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.”

us, Logan. How do you expect them to take me seriously, walking in arm-in- arm with the son of one of the

“So what? Let them judge. They’ll judge you no matter what. At least

the windows reflecting the morning sun in a dazzling display. Behind those panes were

a rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a long

without hesitation. Arm in arm, we ascended the steps,

Henderson, looking more flustered than I had ever seen him, stood

Logan,” he greeted, though his voice had a tremble I

us, the soft murmur of voices

mask their curiosity with busy facades, but their furtive glances spoke louder than words. And in the midst of those surreptitious stares was Logan, his arm draped casually over my shoulder, a proud smirk

the part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the

a softer note, for my

men in dark suits. They were shifting boxes, placing my old belongings onto my once familiar desk, effectively signaling

into the large meeting room, Mr. Henderson in tow. As the door swung closed behind us, the hushed conversations of the open floor began anew. I was acutely aware that my every move, our every interaction, was

sounds, casting a

by a massive table that dominated

Henderson cleared his throat as he smoothed out the papers before him, each movement precise and calculated. His customary confidence seemed to waver

this is your new contract. We’re….

and all the legalities that accompanied a high-stakes return. But

edge to his voice, “to have friends in

demeanor shifted from casual indifference to menacing in a split second. His piercing eyes locked onto Mr.

him captive. After what felt like an eternity, Logan simply

trying to regain his composure, “All you need to do

in my grasp. As I scribbled my name, I could feel Logan’s watchful eyes on me, like a guardian ensuring nothing would harm his charge. With the ink drying, I leaned back, the signed contract now binding me back to a world I