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.”

it

I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave me time to

hadn’t expected, “sometimes people just don’t always act consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding him to an impossibly high standard. Remember, he’s

A mate should be someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation. My

work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped

it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its

to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of emotions

the reflective moment, I moved to the

wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With practiced ease, I uncorked the bottle,

out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh

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

a gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you, even if his

and answers, and as the wine

painted the sky as I reclined on my little balcony, cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into the breeze. It was one of those nights

the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other

now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a

my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the party,” he

you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t help the bite in

held up the wine, the label catching the dim light. “No business, just…a

after what transpired today? Didn’t I make it clear that I didn’t want to see