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.”

today. It’s the principle of it all. He said

button for my floor. The ride up was

I 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

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 scent and

sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting

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

caught a glimpse of 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 stared back, a swirl of emotions evident-confusion, frustration, and perhaps a touch of

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

retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With practiced ease, I uncorked the bottle, pouring the velvety liquid into

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

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 passionate defenses, and the

struggles are more complex than you

night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the

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

the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it,

there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a

like I’m late to the party,” he

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.”

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

you after what transpired