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.”

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

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

wolf whispered with a 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

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

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

lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the

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

moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated

solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under

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

was a bit too harsh on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my

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

night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from

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

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

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

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

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

“No business,

share wine with you after