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.”

my eyes. “I don’t need a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then he just jumps at the first

the button for my floor. The ride

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

shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation. My apartment welcomed me with its

and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized off-the-shoulder sweater that draped

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,

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

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

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 kitchen lights. With practiced ease, I uncorked 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

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

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

night held both mysteries and answers, and as

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

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

open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on

darted to my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with a hint of playfulness in

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

light. “No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we could

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