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.”

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

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

just don’t always act consistently, but 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 an impossibly high

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 felt the

to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized off-the-shoulder sweater that draped

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

Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of

I moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated

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

and spice. Holding the glass, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I sipped the wine, the flavors

to my wolf.

battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than

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

playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into the

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

almost apologetic look on

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

eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of

the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we

you after what