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

stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride

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

“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 warmth. It was my sanctuary, the

of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized

paired it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun,

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

to the kitchen.

bottle 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, I uncorked the bottle, pouring the velvety

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 dancing on my palate,

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

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

both mysteries and answers, and

playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into the breeze. It was one of those nights during

the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans. Glancing at the security monitor, I saw a

buzzed him in. What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the one

late to the

“And if you’re here

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

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