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.”

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

in, pressing the button for my floor. The

wolf whispered with 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

I should compromise on my values. A mate should be someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival,

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 comfortably down one

that always seemed to calm me. I paired it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair

the mirror. The transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always

I moved to the

later, 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 kitchen lights. With practiced ease, I uncorked the bottle, pouring the velvety liquid into

cherry mingling with subtle hints of chocolate and spice. Holding the glass, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a

myself than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me-the arguments,

more complex than you realize.

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

reclined on my little 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

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

him in. What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face.

“Looks like I’m late to the party,” he

I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here

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

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