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.”

a lecture from 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 jumps at

and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave me time to

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

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

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

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

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 touch

reflective moment, I moved to the kitchen. My

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

mingling 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.

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

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

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

cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist flowed

Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans.

sigh, I buzzed him in. What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost

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

glass doesn’t make it a party,” I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re

“No business,

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