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 me seriously,

words. Then, with a smirk, he said, “So what? Let them judge. They’ll judge you no matter what. At

the morning sun 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

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

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

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

greeted, though his voice had a tremble I

us, the soft

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 playing

the part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the weight of everyone’s attention, and it felt like a heavy cloak, dampening

his voice dipped into a softer note, for my

by the unexpected and conspicuous entourage of men in dark suits. They were shifting boxes, placing my old belongings onto my once familiar desk, effectively

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 hushed conversations of the open floor began anew. I was acutely aware that my every move, our every interaction, was

morning sounds, casting a

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

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

contract.

fingers 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

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

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 warning

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

his composure, “All you need to do

the pen, its cold metallic 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