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.”

of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then he just jumps at the

and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave me

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

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

and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a

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

transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something

to the kitchen. My

out a bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming

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

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, and

presence a gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you, even

night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine

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

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

reluctant sigh, I buzzed him in. 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

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

replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk

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

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