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.”

“I don’t need a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He

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

worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t

finished 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 warmth. It was my sanctuary, the place where I felt the most

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

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,

a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of emotions evident-confusion, frustration,

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

a bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming

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

too harsh 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

Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you, even if his path

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

I reclined on my little balcony, cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist

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

door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of

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

here

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

looked at him skeptically. “And why would I want to share wine with you after what transpired