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

button for my

noting that he is trying, even if

elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out

of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized off-the-shoulder sweater

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 worked

Ella was always something to behold. My

to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the cabinet

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

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 on my palate, soothing the

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

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

the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the

music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into the breeze. It was one

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

an almost apologetic look on his face.

I’m late to the party,” he remarked with a hint of playfulness in his

eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t help the bite

“No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we could use it

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