His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 287 A Delicate Dance

Ella

The brisk evening air sent shivers down my spine as I approached the entrance to my apartment building. The echo of my heels on the pavement seemed louder in the silence, a rhythmic pulse of my own agitated heartbeat.

“You were rather tough on him just now,” a deep voice murmured within my mind. My wolf. Her presence was a gentle hum in the background, a second consciousness that had always been a part of me.

Ever since I could remember, she had been there. We were flip sides of the same coin, often bickering, but always there for each other.

“He had it coming.” I shot back, pushing open the main door. The lobby was dimly lit, casting soft amber glows across the polished marble floor.

“Look, I’m still wary, too. But he was trying to make amends, Ella. It was evident in his actions, in the very way he looked at you.”

my eyes. “I don’t need a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away

the button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave

he is trying, even if you don’t think

on my values. A mate should be someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation. My apartment welcomed me with its familiar scent and warmth. It

of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized

breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading down my back.

at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of emotions evident-confusion, frustration, and perhaps a touch

the reflective moment, I moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the cabinet

rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With practiced ease, I uncorked the

notes of plum and cherry mingling with subtle hints of chocolate and spice. Holding the glass, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I

bit too harsh on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s

gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you

leaned against the railing, gazing out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped to find

music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into the breeze. It was one of those nights during which the stillness held a

the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring

in. What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In

darted to my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with a hint of

arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t help the bite

“No business, just…a peace offering.

him skeptically. “And why would I want to share wine with you after