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.”

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

up 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 – and they would all be

rush of something unexpected. Courage. Letting out a

as he offered his arm. This time, I took it without hesitation. Arm in arm, we ascended the steps, ready to face whatever awaited us

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

his voice had a tremble I

soft murmur of voices

the midst of those surreptitious stares was Logan, his

responded smoothly, pulling me a little closer, playing the part of the doting boyfriend perfectly. I could feel the weight of everyone’s attention, and it felt

voice dipped into a softer

every step we took, there was an electric charge in the air, amplified by the unexpected and conspicuous entourage of men in dark suits. They were shifting boxes, placing my

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,

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

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

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

contract. We’re…. delighted to have you

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

his voice, “to have friends

I could 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

throat. The weight of that gaze, that silent promise of retribution, held him captive. After

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

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