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.”

of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then he just

stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up

don’t always act consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is

someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling

sleek pair of pants and a

cozy 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

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,

off the reflective moment, I moved to the

wine glass, the crystal gleaming

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

more to myself than to my wolf. The weight of

wolf hummed 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

leaned against the railing, gazing out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed

The music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into

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

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

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

party,” I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here

dim light. “No

share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make it clear that I didn’t want to see you