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.”

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 ride up was

a tenderness | hadn’t expected, “sometimes people just don’t always act 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

understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation. My

and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized off-the-shoulder sweater that draped

was cozy against my skin, a gentle 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

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

the

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

spice. Holding the glass, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant

maybe I was a bit too harsh on him,” I 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,

Logan’s struggles are more complex

held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped

the 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 conversation with the

interrupted by the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans. Glancing at the security monitor,

What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the one

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

party,” I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.”

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

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