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.”

“Look at us, Logan. How do you expect them to take me seriously, walking in arm-in- arm with the son

his head slightly, considering my words. Then, with a smirk, he said, “So what? Let them judge. They’ll judge

the morning sun in a dazzling display. Behind those panes were colleagues, mentors, some

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

took it without hesitation. Arm

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

his voice had a tremble I had never detected

us, the soft murmur of voices

spoke louder than words. And in the midst of those surreptitious stares was Logan, his arm draped

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

voice dipped into a softer note, for my ears only,

in the air, amplified by the unexpected and conspicuous entourage of men in dark

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

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

table that dominated the room, its polished surface reflecting the

cleared his throat as he smoothed out the papers before him, each movement precise and

contract. We’re….

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

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

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 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,

his composure, “All you need

my name, I could feel Logan’s watchful eyes on me, like a guardian ensuring nothing would harm his charge. With the ink drying,