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.”

not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal

open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave

a tenderness | 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 supposed

mate should be someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its

pants and a –

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

Ella was always

moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated

I was pulling out a bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the

city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I sipped the

my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me-the arguments, the passionate defenses,

Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you,

the railing, gazing out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed

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

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

door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of

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

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

the wine, the label catching the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we could use

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