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.”

don’t need a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then he just jumps at the first

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

hadn’t expected, “sometimes people just don’t always act consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is

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

work attire a sleek pair of pants and a

material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde

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

I moved to the

solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights.

aroma 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

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

embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this

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

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

the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but

sigh, I buzzed him in. What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look

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

“And if you’re here to talk business, you’re

catching the dim light. “No

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