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.”

rolled my eyes. “I don’t need a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all.

my floor. The ride up was

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

elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation. My apartment welcomed me with its familiar scent and warmth. It was my sanctuary, the place where I felt the most like

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 draped comfortably down one

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 worked through the almost-white strands, undoing any

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

the kitchen. My hand hesitated over

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

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.

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

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

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

from my playlist

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

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

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

if you’re here to talk business,

“No business,

share wine with you after what transpired today?