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

the button for my floor.

but I think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You

finished the 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

to my room, I began to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped

breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading

poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a

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

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

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

harsh on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me-the arguments, the passionate defenses, and the regrettable

more

at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped to find

sky as I reclined on my little balcony, cradling a 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

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

When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched

“Looks like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with a

here to

light. “No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we could

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