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

I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave me time

it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think

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

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

Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading down my back. My fingers worked through the almost-white

lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something

reflective moment, I moved to the kitchen. My

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

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

my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me-the

Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s

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

little balcony, cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist flowed gently,

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

reluctant 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

like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with a hint of

you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t help

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

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