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.”

do you expect them to take

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

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

attitude, I felt a rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a long sigh, I squared my

as he offered his arm. This time, I took it without hesitation. Arm in

swung open before we even reached them. Mr. Henderson, looking more flustered than I had ever seen him, stood there, his pale eyes darting between Logan

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

the soft murmur of voices

words. And in the midst of those surreptitious stares was Logan, his arm draped casually over my shoulder, a proud smirk playing

Henderson,” Logan responded smoothly, pulling me a little closer, playing the part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the

softer note, for my ears only,

every step we took, there was an electric charge in the air, amplified by the unexpected and conspicuous entourage of men in dark suits. They

Logan led the way 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 under the

sounds, casting a serene, almost somber atmosphere.

massive table that dominated the room, its polished surface reflecting the soft, yellow glow

him, each movement precise and calculated. His customary confidence seemed to waver as he looked between Logan and

this is your new contract.

just above the papers. They detailed my reinstatement, my new position, and all the legalities that accompanied a high-stakes return. But it was more than just words on a paper. This contract symbolized my twisted

Henderson started, a snide edge to his voice, “to have friends in high

I could respond, 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 silent

silent promise of retribution, held him captive. After what felt like an eternity, Logan simply raised an eyebrow, and it was enough to ensure

his composure, “All you need to do

weight seeming almost too heavy 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