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.”

not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and

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

it’s worth noting that he is

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 where I

of pants and a – form-fitting white

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 through the almost-white strands, undoing any

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

I moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated

wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With

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

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

embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more

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

hues of the twilight painted the sky as I reclined on my little balcony, cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist

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

open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the one I

my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the

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

held up the wine, the label catching the dim light. “No

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