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.”

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 city’s

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

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

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 squared my

time, I took it without hesitation. Arm

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

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

us, the soft murmur of

their curiosity with 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,

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

softer note, for my ears

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 desk, effectively signaling

so 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 under

early morning sounds, casting a serene, almost somber atmosphere. The room itself was opulent in its

a massive table that

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

new contract. We’re…. delighted to have you

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 entanglement

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

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 their

silent promise of retribution, held him captive. After what felt like an eternity, Logan

the older man continued, trying to regain his composure, “All you need to do

As I scribbled my name, I could feel Logan’s watchful eyes on me, like a guardian ensuring nothing would harm