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

slid open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The

my wolf whispered with 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 holding him to an impossibly high standard. Remember, he’s supposed to

elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation. My apartment welcomed me with its familiar scent

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

fabric 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 hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading down my back. My fingers

a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of emotions evident-confusion,

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

wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the

city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I sipped the wine, the flavors dancing on my

maybe I was a bit too harsh on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my

battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize.

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

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

the dreamlike trance was interrupted by the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it,

thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle

late to the party,” he

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

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

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