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.”

It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then

in, pressing the button for 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

and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival,

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

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,

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,

to the kitchen. My hand hesitated

a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With practiced ease,

up, notes 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

to myself than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me-the

more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you, even

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

from my playlist flowed gently,

by the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had

thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his

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

you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t help the bite

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

share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make it