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.”

eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Look at us, Logan. How do you expect them to take me seriously, walking in arm-in- arm with

a smirk, he said, “So what? Let them judge. They’ll

Behind those panes were colleagues, mentors, some of them even something

of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a long sigh, I squared my shoulders. “Okay, let’s get this

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

Mr. Henderson, looking more flustered than I had ever seen him, stood there, his pale eyes darting between

though his voice had a tremble

us, the soft murmur of voices

tried to mask their curiosity with busy facades, but their furtive glances spoke louder than words. And in the

me a little closer, playing the part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the weight of everyone’s

into a softer note,

an electric charge in the air, amplified by the unexpected and conspicuous entourage of men in dark suits. They were shifting boxes, placing

much as a glance from me, Logan led the way into the large meeting room, Mr. Henderson in tow. As the door swung closed behind us,

the meeting room muted the city’s early morning sounds, casting a serene, almost

mahogany beams crisscrossing overhead, complemented by a massive table that dominated the room,

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

is your new contract. We’re…. delighted to have you

all the legalities that accompanied a high-stakes return.

snide edge to his voice, “to have friends in high places, ensuring your return.

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

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

man continued, trying to regain his composure, “All you need to do is sign at

like a guardian ensuring nothing would harm his charge. With the