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.”

of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then he just jumps

stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was brief,

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.

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

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

paired it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading down my back. My fingers

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

the kitchen. My

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

Holding the glass, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh

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

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

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

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

interrupted by the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring

When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face.

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

glass doesn’t make it a party,” I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of

the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering.

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