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 at

for my floor. The ride

I think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s

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 conversation. My apartment welcomed me with its familiar scent and

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

hue that always seemed to calm me. I paired it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from

from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back,

off the reflective moment, I moved to the kitchen. My

pulling out a bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming

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

too 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

more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just

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

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 a conversation with

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

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

nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late

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

“No business, just…a peace

to share wine with you after what