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 all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal

the button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave me time to

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

mate?” I 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

room, I began to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a

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

a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of emotions evident-confusion,

to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the cabinet

wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass,

city spread out

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

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

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

from my playlist

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

an almost apologetic look

momentarily darted to my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with a

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

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

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