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.”

the principle of it all.

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

it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s

compromise on my values. A mate should be someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me

of pants and a –

shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from

a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My

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

rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under

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 dancing on my

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

are more complex

gazing out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as

twilight painted the sky as I reclined on 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 nights during which the stillness held a

the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans. Glancing at the security monitor, I saw a familiar

open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine-

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

I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t help the bite

the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we could use it

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