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 he wanted to move away from illegal

open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor.

consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You

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

sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on

was cozy against my 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 blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading down my back. My fingers worked through the almost-white strands, undoing any

poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold.

reflective moment, I moved to the

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

onto the balcony. The city spread

too harsh on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my wolf. The weight of the

are more complex

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

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

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

a reluctant sigh, I 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 I

late to the party,” he remarked with a hint of playfulness

if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.”

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

with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make