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.”

today. It’s the principle of it

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

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 supposed to be

sentence with a snort. “That doesn’t mean I should compromise 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 was my sanctuary, the place where I felt the most like

room, I began to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse.

a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading down my back. My fingers worked through the almost-white

from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to

to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the cabinet

wine glass, the crystal gleaming under

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 sipped the wine,

harsh on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me-the arguments, the passionate defenses,

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

the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped to find a little bit

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 during which the stillness held a conversation

Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity

open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the

glass. “Looks like I’m late

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

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

wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t