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.”

the principle of it all.

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

wolf 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 hard enough.

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

and a – form-fitting white blouse. I

shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation

to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray

moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over

dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal

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

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

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

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

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 the stillness held

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

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

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

arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t

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

I want to share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make