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’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted

doors slid open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor.

he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding him to an impossibly high

“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

my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized off-the-shoulder sweater that draped

material cool and breathable. Freeing

transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of emotions evident-confusion, frustration, and perhaps a

I moved to the kitchen. My hand

wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the

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, the flavors dancing on my palate, soothing the disquiet

admitted softly, more to myself than to my wolf.

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 path

horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and

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

ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans.

almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he

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

the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering.

at him skeptically. “And why would I want to share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t