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

what? Let them judge. They’ll judge you no matter what. At least this way, you’re walking in on your

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

rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a long sigh, I squared my shoulders. “Okay,

time, I took it without hesitation. Arm in arm, we ascended the steps, ready to

them. Mr. Henderson, looking more flustered than I had ever seen him, stood there, his pale eyes

his voice had a tremble I

the soft

in the midst of those surreptitious stares was Logan, his arm draped casually over my shoulder, a proud

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

voice dipped into a softer note,

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

in tow. As the door swung closed behind us, the hushed conversations of the open

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

by a massive table that dominated the room,

each movement precise and calculated. His customary confidence seemed to waver as

is your new contract. We’re….

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 with

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

to drop several degrees. Logan’s demeanor shifted from casual indifference to menacing in a split second. His

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

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

in my grasp. As I scribbled my name, I could feel Logan’s watchful eyes on me, like a