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.”

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

Then, with a smirk, he said, “So what? Let them judge.

reflecting the morning sun in a dazzling display. Behind those panes were colleagues, mentors, some of them even something

unwavering confidence and devil-may-care attitude, I felt a rush of something unexpected. Courage.

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

we even reached them. Mr. Henderson, looking more flustered than I had ever

Logan,” he greeted, though his voice had a tremble I had never detected

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,

the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the weight of everyone’s attention, and it felt like

softer note, for

we took, there was an electric charge in the air, amplified by the unexpected and conspicuous entourage of men in dark suits. They were shifting boxes, placing my old belongings onto my once familiar

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.

early morning sounds, casting a serene, almost

with deep mahogany beams crisscrossing overhead, complemented by a massive table that dominated the room, its polished surface reflecting the soft,

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

new contract. We’re….

accompanied a high-stakes return. But it was more than just words on a paper. This contract symbolized my twisted entanglement with

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

several degrees. Logan’s demeanor shifted from casual indifference to menacing in a

older man paled, his words 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 enough to ensure Mr. Henderson wouldn’t broach

to regain his composure,

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 had temporarily