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.”

It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then he just jumps

open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was

he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding

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

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, oversized

fabric was cozy against my skin, a gentle lavender hue that always seemed to calm me. I paired it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde

the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was

reflective moment, I moved to the kitchen. My

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

wafted up, notes of plum and 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 mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I sipped the wine, the flavors dancing

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

wolf hummed 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 world just like you, even if his path is

night held both mysteries and answers, and as the

playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight

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

there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably

late to the

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

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

skeptically. “And why would I want to share wine with you after