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.”

just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he

in, pressing the button for my floor. The

| 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 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

of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse.

fabric was cozy against my skin, a gentle lavender hue that always seemed to calm me. I paired it with 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

myself in the mirror. The 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

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

solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the

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, the flavors dancing on my palate, soothing the

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

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 path is different than

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

music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into the breeze.

the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans. Glancing at the security

almost apologetic

glass. “Looks like I’m late

if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office

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

I want to share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make