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.”

from his grip, my eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Look at us, Logan. How do you

smirk, he said, “So what? Let them

at the building, the windows reflecting the morning sun in a dazzling display. Behind those panes were colleagues, mentors, some of them even something like friends –

I felt a rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a long sigh,

without hesitation. Arm in arm, we ascended the steps, ready to face

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

a tremble I had

us, the soft murmur of voices

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

closer, playing the part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the

a softer note, for my ears

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 desk, effectively

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

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

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

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

contract. We’re….

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

“to have friends in high places, ensuring your return. It’s quite the…

indifference to menacing in a split second. His piercing eyes locked onto Mr.

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

continued, trying to regain his composure, “All you need to do is sign

eyes on me, like a guardian ensuring nothing would harm his charge. With the ink