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 said he wanted

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

tenderness | 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 don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding him to an impossibly high standard. Remember, he’s supposed to be

on my values. A mate should be someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out

my room, I began 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 comfortably

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

caught a glimpse 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 stared back, a swirl of emotions evident-confusion, frustration, and perhaps a

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

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

with subtle hints of chocolate 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,

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

in agreement, her presence a gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you, even if his path

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

shimmering hues of the twilight painted the sky as I reclined on my little balcony, cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight

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

I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look

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

you’re here to talk business, you’re outside

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

after what transpired today? Didn’t I make