His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 286 Lone Wolf

Ella

The streets had settled into that dusky, purplish hue that heralded the onset of evening when I recognized the low purr of an engine behind me. The sleek black car pulled up to the curb, and from it emerged Logan, his tall frame poised with that unmistakable confident swagger. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I whispered to myself, whipping around and picking up my pace.

“Ella!” Logan called, followed by the sound of his footsteps pounding on the pavement as he jogged after me. Without so much as giving him a glance, I quickened my steps, hoping to put distance. between us.

But, with each step I took, I heard the rhythmic footfalls of Logan’s shoes against the pavement growing louder. He jogged after me, his long-legged strides easily bridging the gap I had worked so hard to put between us.

“Did you get my flowers?” he asked. I had to resist the urge to growl. “Yes,” I replied, not looking at him, “and I threw them away.” “Threw them away? I thought you would like them, or are you not a ‘rose’ girl?”

“I’m not a ‘taking bribes from my client to feel better about his shady dealings kind of girl.”1 hissed.

Logan stopped for a moment, but I kept going. I heard him chuckling behind me, followed by the sound of him jogging after me again. “What, are you playing hard to get, Ella?” Logan called out playfully, maneuvering in front of me with at smirk.

never been ‘easy’ to get, and you?” I scoffed. “You’ll never ‘get’ me, especially if you’re just a double-dealing criminal.”

past him, but he shifted, walking alongside me. His tall form towered over me, his scent assaulting my senses like a half-enticing, half-sickening

closer to him. “Come on, don’t be like this,” he implored.

endearing, was now grating on my nerves. “So, you’re trying to make up for it by taking me out? That’s your grand

his head. “I’m not trying to do anything shady here, Ella,” he said. “I just want to talk a bit. And yeah, maybe I do want to make it up to you, at least a little. My bar-it’s cozy, low-key. Great drinks. Really,

anger, of course, but also curiosity and an inexplicable pull towards him. I hated to admit it, but for a split second, I almost considered

moment passed, and I set my jaw hard with conviction. “No. We’re working

his hair, visibly frustrated. “Ella, we completed our first case together. I thought, you know, maybe we

but you broke your word. Not much of a cause for champagne, don’t you think? Besides, you handled the whole case without

his head to the side. “What

do you mean? If I hadn’t practically forced you to talk to me earlier, you would have taken the Ideal in an instant. What was I even there for? To look pretty while you handle everything? I’m not that type of

looking both defeated and hopeful at the same time. “Look, I’m sorry. Let’s just have a fresh start tonight. You,

over the stark change in Logan’s demeanor. Just last night, his fury over a mere question about his mother had been palpable. Yet now, he seemed almost desperate for

time being Finally, I softened a touch. “Logan, we’re colleagues. And for the remainder of our

sidewalk. The distant hum of the city surrounded us. As I turned to leave, Logan’s voice, more earnest

one drink?”

Logan!” I snapped without turning to

asked, still walking behind me. “Come on. I’ll buy you

my brows together. “Leave

with a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “Why do you hate me so much?” he