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. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then he just jumps at

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

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

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

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

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

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

the reflective moment, I moved to the

I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the

The city spread out before me, a

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

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

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

twilight 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

contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans. Glancing at the security monitor, I saw

there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier

empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with a hint

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

“No business, just…a peace

wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make it clear that I