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.”

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

tilted his head slightly, considering my words. Then, with a smirk, he said, “So what? Let them judge. They’ll judge you no matter what. At least this way, you’re walking in on

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

looking at Logan, with his unwavering confidence and devil-may-care attitude, I felt a rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a long sigh, I

it without hesitation. Arm in arm, we ascended the

oak doors of the firm swung open before we even reached them. Mr. Henderson, looking more

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

us, the soft murmur

facades, but their furtive glances spoke louder than words. And in the midst of those surreptitious stares was Logan, his arm draped

pulling me a little closer, playing the part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the weight of everyone’s attention, and it felt like a heavy cloak,

into a softer note, for my ears only,

and conspicuous entourage of men in dark

me, 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

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

that dominated the room, its polished surface reflecting

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

your new contract. We’re….

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

nice,” Mr. Henderson started, a snide edge to his voice, “to have friends in high places, ensuring your return. It’s quite

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

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

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

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