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.

pressing the button for my floor.

just don’t always act consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even

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 conversation. My apartment welcomed me with its familiar scent and warmth. It was my sanctuary, the place

room, I began to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white

paired it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun,

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

to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the

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

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 on my palate, soothing the disquiet in

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

battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s

railing, gazing out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I

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

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

almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the one I had

like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with

it a party,” I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here

“No business, just…a peace

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