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.”

you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said

button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave me time

think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding him to an impossibly high standard. Remember, he’s supposed to

them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation.

of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized off-the-shoulder sweater that draped comfortably down one

lavender hue that always seemed to calm me. I paired it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading down my back. My fingers worked

The transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back,

the kitchen.

I retrieved a wine glass,

The city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I sipped the wine,

on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my

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

the railing, gazing out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped

wine. The music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into the breeze. It was one of

contemplated ignoring

there, an almost apologetic look on his

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

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

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

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