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.”

“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

button for my floor. The ride up

he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding him to an impossibly high standard.

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

began to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse.

I 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

glimpse of myself in the mirror. The transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was

I moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated

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

I stepped out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I sipped the

than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down

Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you, even

both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped to find a

shimmering hues 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

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

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

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

here to talk business, you’re outside of

the label catching the dim light. “No

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