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.”

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

my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave me time

| hadn’t expected, “sometimes people just don’t always act consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you

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

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

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,

of myself in the mirror. The transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes

the reflective moment, I moved to the kitchen. My

I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights.

the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant

to myself than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed

gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s

and answers, and as the

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

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

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

my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the

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

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

share wine with you after what