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.”

my eyes. “I don’t need a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted

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

is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might

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 the most like

a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on

and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the

relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of emotions

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

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

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

more to myself than to my wolf.

has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more

held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me

painted the sky as I reclined on my 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 plans. Glancing at the security monitor, I saw a familiar figure.

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-

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

an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside

the dim light. “No business,

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