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.”

my hand from his 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 city’s

said, “So what? Let them judge. They’ll

the building, the windows reflecting the morning sun in a dazzling display. Behind those panes were colleagues,

devil-may-care attitude, I felt a rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a long sigh, I

he offered his arm. This time, I took it without hesitation. Arm

Henderson, looking more flustered than I had ever seen him, stood there, his pale eyes darting between

he greeted, though his voice had a tremble I had

soft murmur of voices

words. And in the midst of those surreptitious stares was Logan, his arm draped casually over my shoulder, a proud smirk playing

part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I

dipped into a softer note, for my ears only,

took, there was an electric charge in the air, amplified by the unexpected and conspicuous entourage of men in dark suits. They were

the door swung closed behind us, the hushed conversations of the open floor began anew.

meeting room muted the city’s early morning sounds, casting

crisscrossing overhead, complemented by a massive table that dominated the room, its

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

is your new contract.

my reinstatement, my new position, and all the legalities that accompanied a high-stakes return. But it was more than just words on a

snide edge to his voice, “to have friends in high places, ensuring your

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

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,

hard, the older man continued, trying to regain his composure,

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,