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

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

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

shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of

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

the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from

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

the

bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights.

wafted up, notes of plum and cherry 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. I sipped the wine, the flavors dancing on my palate, soothing the disquiet

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

Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you,

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

balcony, cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts

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

sigh, I buzzed him in. What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the one I

darted to my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with

an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to

held up the wine, the label catching the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering.

skeptically. “And why would I want to share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make it clear that I didn’t