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.”

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

stepped in, pressing the button for my floor.

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

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

sleek pair of pants and

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

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

the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the

was pulling out a bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With practiced ease, I uncorked the

balcony. The city spread out before

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,

Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you, even if his path is different than

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

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

buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans. Glancing at

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

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

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

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

at him skeptically. “And why would I want to share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I