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.”

a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away

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

consistently, but I 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

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

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

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,

to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something

the kitchen. My hand hesitated

later, I 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.

notes of plum and cherry mingling with subtle hints of chocolate and spice. Holding the glass, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city

bit too harsh on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events

their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you,

answers, and as the

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

contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans. Glancing at the

Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he

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

you’re here to talk business, you’re

light. “No business, just…a

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