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.”

my eyes. “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 illegal dealings, and then

elevator doors slid open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride

think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding him to an impossibly

finished the sentence with a snort. “That doesn’t mean 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

and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a

was cozy against my skin, a gentle lavender 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 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 tangles and

myself in the mirror. The transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes

the reflective moment, I moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the cabinet

dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under

city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and

more to myself than to my wolf. The weight

presence a gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than

and as

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

Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity

When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of

I’m late to

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

wine, the label catching the dim light. “No business, just…a

to share wine with you after what transpired today?