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.”

rolled 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

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

“sometimes people just don’t always act consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is trying,

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 I felt the most like

to my room, I began to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft,

a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun,

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

moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the

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

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

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

a gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex

leaned against the railing, gazing out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and

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

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

almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a

empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to

it a party,” 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 in

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

“And why would I want to share wine with you after what transpired today?