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.”

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

what? Let them judge. They’ll judge you no

panes were colleagues, mentors, some of them even something like friends – and they would all

devil-may-care attitude, I felt a rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out

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

looking more flustered than I had ever seen him, stood there, his pale eyes

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

the soft

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

me a little closer, playing the part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I

into a softer

took, there was an electric charge in the air, amplified by the unexpected and conspicuous entourage of men in

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

the meeting room muted the city’s early morning sounds, casting a serene, almost somber atmosphere. The room

vaulted ceilings with deep mahogany beams crisscrossing overhead, complemented by a massive table that dominated the

before him, each movement precise and calculated. His customary confidence seemed

contract. We’re….

position, and all the legalities that accompanied a high-stakes return. But it was more than just words on a

to his voice, “to have friends in high places, ensuring your return. It’s quite the…

the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Logan’s demeanor shifted from casual indifference to menacing in a split second. His piercing eyes locked onto Mr. Henderson’s, a

sticking in his throat. 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

composure, “All you

almost too heavy in my grasp. As I scribbled my name, I could feel Logan’s watchful eyes on me, like a guardian ensuring