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.”

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

my floor. The ride up was

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

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

change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I

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 sensation of long, wavy locks

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

I moved to the

was pulling out a bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine

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

on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my wolf. The

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

The night held both mysteries and answers, and

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 the stillness held a conversation with

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

Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched

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

if you’re here to talk

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

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