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.”

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

button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave

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

with 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 work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting

the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished

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

moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated

retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With practiced ease, I uncorked

out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a

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

in agreement, her presence a gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize.

answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped to

of the twilight painted the sky as 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 the breeze. It was one of those nights during which the stillness held a conversation with the

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

I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the one I had

late to the party,”

party,” I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t

the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we could use it after

skeptically. “And why would I want to share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make it clear that I didn’t want to